Bosque Adentro

Sitting in the shade of the trees from all the forests in the kingdom
The last corner of the world where there's still silence
A place for dialogue with myself, internally
I try to speak again after so long

I only know how to bark because I can't find the words
That I hid away yesterday out of fear to say them
You saw my face and I couldn't say a thing
And that's why I'm saying goodbye in this letter

I turn into air mixed with the scents
In fact, if you breathe deep, I can slip in
Slide into the lung that oxygenates your blood
Kiss the same flesh that made me cry

You better close all the windows if you don't want
Me to go out and be carried away by the morning breeze
It's impossible to keep the scent of a person
And since I slept with you, I haven't changed the sheets
I leave with the wind
To the last corner of the world where there's still silence

I hear the quacking of the ducks from my feather pillow
It was just a cigarette even if it cost a fortune
The Foam of Days, like Boris Vian
Moon: I write to you in solitude what this whole room hears

And that's the danger of being too honest
When everyone has an opinion even about your silences
What good will it do me to run to keep you away
If you show up again when I close my eyes?

I'm still in the shade of the trees in the woods
And the crickets play for me when night falls
Allergic to people and looking for antibiotics
I stay among my letters, hiding from the numbers