Matutina

I hear, as a bell calls
that at this
morning is already fixed on the
watch I hear the wind blowing
lightly and I hear the thunderous
passing flight of a plane.

I hear as the neighbor passes by
canting as she walks
and in the distance a motor.
With which I imagined a
window that grew next to
my bed when sleep
overcame me.

I hear a dog barking
in the distance and constant
flutters of some birds
that are always fighting
over the branches like every
morning and announcing
that they will leave.

I hear and what I hear
surrounds me.
and I hear next to me the idea
that I have to go out
to be part of this commotion
that at least for this day
still lets itself be heard.

I hear endless urban noises
that perhaps because
they are everyday never catch my
attention I hear everything
I have always heard and in the
pillow I hear the beating
of my own heart.