La Boca

Mouth that drags my mouth. Mouth that has dragged me: mouth that comes from afar to enlighten me with rays. Dawn that gives my nights a red and white glow. Mouth populated with mouths: bird full of birds. Song that turns the wings up and down. Death reduced to kisses, to the thirst of dying slowly, you give the bleeding grass two tremendous flaps. The upper lip, the sky and the earth the other lip. Kiss rolling in the shadow: kiss rolling from the first cemetery to the last stars. Kiss that goes to a future of girls and boys, who will not leave deserts in the streets or fields. How many buried mouths, without mouths, we unearth! I drink in your mouth for them, I toast in your mouth for so many who fell on the wine of loving cups. Today they are memories, memories, distant and bitter kisses. Mouth that unearthed the clearest dawn with your tongue. Three words, three fires you have inherited: life, death, love. There they remain written on your lips.