As Ilhas

I saw flies weaving threads
Of shadow in the early morning
I saw blood in an engraving
And death in frozen faces

I saw vices at midnight
And basic fruits
I saw the wealth of the world
In scattered mouths

I saw transparent birds
In my haunted house
I saw things of life and death
And things of salt and nothing

I saw a stray dog
At the door of a cemetery
I saw nudity in mirrors
Crests in the veiled night

I saw a star in the middle
Of the crystallized night
I saw things of pure fear
In the mirrored darkness

I saw a cruel testament
Of angels in the early morning
I saw fire on the pan
In the oven of a kitchen

I saw nonexistent weddings
Of murdered brides
I saw fish in the sky
And tigers in the blue waters

But I didn't see clearly
The circulation of the islands
In the rivers and slopes
And I saw that I saw nothing
Nothing, nothing...