Saturday, April 10, 2010

Mini Cooper Best Years

At dawn, by Judith Márquez




Why the silence screaming through my eyes
if I have been silent for centuries, its bustling noise?
more, and tonight I failed, I could not satisfy
I tear, I destroy, I reinvent
bury its truths in my ears
sneak into my hair.
invade defying the laws of the sunset.
Breathe abhorrent bone marrow aspiration.
Wave forces and the yearning to reach escape.
Then, at the time and not before:
They seize, they are drawn, I transcend
second by second in a daze without pauses
up confused with the dawn ...

And you name it, and I nominate and appoint you
No mercy for me to mediate.

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