Lluvia de perfil

 I close my eyes I was hursted in the sword combat one thousand words to one instantthe ross colour rest in my memory I feel the rugosity of stone falling the rain on my side there is no silence beyond these lips the remain of a confession the word le sign open up-among the books of the wood greatest cathedral sleeper, eternal Siento la rugosidad de la piedra Caer sobre mi manto La palabra Le signo Abriéndose ante los libros de la madera que duerme, eterna.