Maze
of wrinkles,
deep
channels
of
immutable thoughts,
daily
injuries
as
shadows without memory
on
arid shells.
Eyes
for ever afar
to
stop the instants
on
evanescent faces, forgotten
reefs
in the tempest
over
froths of smiles.
They
question the stars,
distant
and immovable Gods
guest
of an unreachable sky,
searching
for answers
that
are never certain.
Consulting
the Oracle
For
life’s hopes.
Sideral
veins
tortuous
in their toil
dart
orphans of blood
only
saltish energies
agitate
the hidden stillness
of
waters avid of melancholy.
Philosophies
of certitudes
absolute
and profane,
simply
daring
caress
the pure
and
sacred essence
of
tears and homes
in
the long days of awaiting.
Infinite
the struggle
with
the fraternal enemy
shattering
desperate paths
of
silver comets,
and
fragments of the soul
which
drown screeching
in
the darkness of memories.
On
divine timbers they violate
the
cavities of the abyss
where
death is fed on fears
to
resurrect mute
riding
the waves
engraved
by emotions
on
the steel of sparling harpoons.
Without
rest of forgiveness
with
diamonds of salt on the skin
and
rays of wind through their hair,
to
find the way lost
in
the vortex of the last truth
till
the awaited moment
of
reunion.
Sea
within the Sea.
(translator: Rosetta Monteforte Racalbuto)