wakes me light the fire
and transferred me to meet the eye.
light melts the wax lid,
and so helpless and unable to close,
the eye is always eye
always look back every moment
light.
to burning.
¶
Araño fingernail,
fumble with your finger, I dig
hands in a pile of wet sand for days
,
until they touch the heart
of a man who opens his eyes
screams and asks me to let him sleep
,
already night.
¶
As transparency
looking on paper and only see at the bottom of the pond drowned
stunned
expect the gods to push,
without knowing they were already pushed.
As
seeking, groping in the dark,
not the middle path but his own, while saying
disorder section of the light.
Like that, ignorance, sense that
from the center of all the word
escapes to forgotten neighborhoods,
where God is written in lowercase.
As you only hear the sound,
I wonder if you know my voice is mine?
¶
descend a dark slide.
When I reach the light of the stars,
take the path of dirty laundry.
¶
Maximo Hernandez (Larache, 1953). Since 1960 lives in Zamora. Developer and contributor to several cultural projects and publishing, is the author of books of poems Ceremonial do tempo (1998, Lisbon: Edições item) Citizen Smoke (1999, Iria Flavia: The Extramundi and Los Cuadernos de Iria Flavia), ash Matrix (1999, San Sebastian de los Reyes: Universidad Popular) , a book for which he won the National Poetry Award, 1998 José Hierro, efficiency Sky (2000, Cambrils: Trujal) Zooilógico (2004, Barcelona: Poetry, gentle sir) and finally Eagle pain (2007, Lanzarote: Cyclops Publishers).
addition, his poems have been published in various plaquettes, anthologies, collective poems and literary magazines, national and foreign.
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