Elegía a Ramón Sijé

In Orihuela, his town and mine, Ramón Sijé has died like a lightning strike
Someone I cared for so much...) I want to be crying the gardener of the land you occupy and fertilize
Soulmate taken too soon
Nourishing rains, shells, and organs my pain without instruments
To the discouraged poppies, I’ll give your heart for sustenance
So much pain gathers in my side, that it hurts even my breath
A hard slap, a cold blow, an invisible and deadly axe, a brutal shove has knocked you down
There’s no greater expanse than my wound, I weep for my misfortune and its burdens and I feel your death more than my life
I walk on the stubble of the dead, and without anyone's warmth and without comfort, I go from my heart to my affairs
Death took flight early, dawn rose early, it’s rolling on the ground too soon
I don’t forgive death in love, I don’t forgive careless life, I don’t forgive the earth or nothing
In my hands, I raise a storm of stones, lightning and shrill axes, thirsty for disasters and hungry
I want to dig the earth with my teeth, I want to tear the ground apart piece by piece with dry and hot bites
I want to look at the earth until I find you and kiss your noble skull and free you and bring you back
And you will return to my garden and my fig tree, through the high scaffolding of flowers, your soul will flutter like a honeybee among angelic wax and labors
You will return to the lullaby of the lovers' trellises. You will brighten the shadow of my brows and your blood will spread to each side, contending with your girlfriend and the bees
Your heart, now worn velvet, calls to a field of frothy almonds, my greedy voice of a lover
To the winged souls of the roses of the whipped almond tree, I summon you
We have much to talk about
Soulmate
Soulmate