South. (Al sur)

South.

I establish my flesh
as a barely spreading rumor:
Body
             Breastplate

                                Bedlam

Language as a confirmation
Pain as an unbreakable hiatus

Man’s great avenue waits
in the mouth that pronounces an I
(no mouth makes  another  mouth
 when you are absent)

     Water voice’s flocks in the center

Something dashes       perfumes      
                                                                   penetrates    

I do the absence’s symbol:
the everyday’s cross       the heart’s evil nail

I establish my soul’s flutter

(Where does it definite-ly rain?
  Where does death’s song
                                   reside?)

The map’s rumor that I am:
a bird that migrates from a body.


*Mi traducción de uno de los míos. Original en: http://0productivo.blogspot.com/2014/09/al-sur.html*