it’s always like this every time
day and night are confined together
in my boiling memory
when my confinement turns
into an engulfing season
another great voyage
in an ordinary voyage
where the words that fight
collide violently
in the clouds of ideas
some fall get up disarmed anguished
bringing me the modalities of sacrificing lives
cries strange whispers from inmates
locked up imprisoned in anguish
and fear of counting the remains
I remember those hours
hours of overwhelming loneliness
absolute silence tranquility of the streets
becoming terrifying
I felt myself crossing the edges of reality
moments of serenity sovereignty
when confinement brought me my childhood;
all the other times of the past
which started long before me
in the memory of others
roosters crowing frogs croaking
rhythmic concerts locusts cicadas
imprisoned words images illusions
mixed up with time hopes
despairs of others
I go back to the past like one climbs a staircase
to find this solid ground
that longs for a beautiful spring
this great journey takes me on the track
of my most moving memories