A LOOK IN TIME "MEMORIES" - POETRY

In the shortness of a memory,

they are destroyed and rebuilt

which puzzle without motives

scraps of what I was,

remote parliaments, far from any coherence,

Unavoidable transparencies of sealed walls,

and I understand what I am,

reborn randomly with celestial intervals,

Crossed pages that deny attempts

with a generalized cataclysm

I destroy my lungs,

I am land without form,

attempted murder for the sleeping fire

who licks the sacred name

tattooed on my ass.