Fernando Delgadillo
Miscellaneous
Casa Sin Puertas
What if this night
of released memories,
like an open window
could find in this
labyrinth of stories,
the north and direction?
Maybe I will be able to
These years later, here
And again at your door,
Knock in the name of the past and the lost
To the that never appeared.
Maybe I could
Twenty years later, putting together
More good reasons.
So that being like this
Standing before my shadow
Wouldn't invite me to escape
From you and me, and from the vertigo
To talk to you
In almost all sessions.
You would know of years of going
Touring a thousand places
Where I will never find you again.
It doesn't matter how many eyes
I have seen after discovering
your clear eyes
yes, your eyes taught me to see.
No matter how many
times I have to come to
remember under the apple tree,
that it is not you who has lived
in this house, no matter how much I insist
/>in returning.
No matter how much I insist
On returning.
The night is long
And in its flights it leads me
To the boundaries of strangers.
To this house without doors, where
The leaves rustle
that autumn carries.
That now they practice the corridors
When the wind scratches restlessly
On the roof,
They go up and down the stairs
After the echoes of footsteps
Which they are not.
It would be serious to have left
So many elements of the design
Of alchemy,
That walking through the spaces
Of your house I feel that
It is approaching you.
And I see open again
This house without doors
To the green Herminean plot
That insists on weaving
With its vine mantle
The patio where I did not see you.
It would be the love that we don't feel
Or the desire to get better while
So many.
Your smile is a fruit
That cannot be tasted.
A landscape that I will draw
Again on white canvas,
With the chalk of the night,
With the lunar clarity.
And the leaves are released
Like pages of a tree.
I create balance
With an inner abacus,
That I divine in the planets
And in the rotations of the stars,
In the length of the dream or,
And in the latitude of the sun.
Your smile is that absence
That I treasure forever.
It is a house that has surrounded
A forest of gold where
You are never again.
Where you are never again,
Where you are never again.

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