Barefoot
 
Night without moon, 

	someone, barefoot, 
                         crosses the desert. 

There are footsteps that the night keeps watch over, 
	                       there is nakedness which light puts out.





In the Dark
  
Breeze, and 
the trees undulate. 

        the smell of  lime tree tells the lime tree, 
                             in the middle of the dark. 

The ones that left, now returned, 
they sleep. 

In the night, 
solitary, what is born speaks, 
                            what keeps dying listens. 





Transparency
  
Night without sky
	and the highest 
                    is the birth of rain. 

Without a before, 
nor an afterwards, 
in its pure now

the rain falls; 

falls on the world 
and something, 

something else that doubts it or certainty 
                          becomes transparent on its waters. 






Under the Roofs
 
Under the roofs 
you can hear dreams breathing 
                        in the quiet of the night; 

in the street 

a child, 
without shadow or direction, 

travels throughout god’s emptiness, step by step 
                                     his hope backs away.  





What is Human

A limpid wind 
traverses the night. 

In the streets, 

a man
hurries his steps, finishes the ritual: 
                                   inclines his nothing; 

he leaves the shiver that sometimes remains 
	                where there used to be life and there now is forgetting.