English translation:
Martha Cecilia Rivera
A WORD TO EURIDICE
Should beauty collapse
to make escaping possible?
Insomnia
writes on flames.
Who
can understand the oblivion’s geography?
I’ve been destined to the
eclipse,
abject sentinel of my hopelessness.
No one will ever believe me:
I transformed music into a
shadow
I turned my head in search for
redemption.
NO ONE HAS A NAME AT THE BEGINNING
I learned
that the light is death
That I am an
invention of fear
That every
mystery is dying
That all that
is real is always a lie
Rain has carved
out my hands this evening
And fragility
is the only survivor
I fight against the waters’ heritage
I challenge my own thirst
I am the abyss’s ambassador
In the
blackness, the wind calls me
But ¿Who has
a name at the beginning?
I learned that the word from the
deceitful
Will never be a deserted region
And that spring is betrayal
The end is
the only delusion left
¿Since when
did I become a question?
©
Gonzalo Márquez Cristo