Piedra Sobre Piedra
El Ultimo De La Fila
Stone Upon Stone
You enter without knocking;
I wasn't expecting you and chance
like a trap laid you
in my path.
I asked for nothing
and boasted of living
in contemplation,
in the delight of pleasure,
in the longed-for calm.
You,
a mouth that is a faint light,
a tunnel of love,
traitorous mud
that makes me slip
entwined with you,
don't ask for more,
I can't give you more.
Thorn bird, sun bird,
I implore your favor, I ask for protection,
may your whim sharpen my weak will.
Strike on the anvil of my obsession,
strike and strike, for you will forge
that precious metal which is serenity.
Throw another stone, for you must help,
stone upon stone I must build
the dam that will restrain the force of their love.
Grow, flourish, you have grown. at the sprout of your stems you will turn green again,
laurel tree that winter put to sleep.
You,
empty presence,
rose in the buttonhole,
artificial,
never wither.
Breath of absence I'm dying to see you,
dying of love.
Rip the fabric,
for the air is
piercing the arrow that missed the target
and that the splinters of my quarry are piercing.
Throw another stone, for you must help,
stone upon stone I must build
the dam that will restrain the force of their love.