Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

The light wraps you in its mortal flame.Abstracted pale mourner, standing that wayAgainst the old propellers of the twilight That revolves around you.Speechless, my friend,Alone in the loneliness of this hour of the deadAnd filled with the lives of fire,Pure heir of the ruined day.

I will die kissing your mad cold mouth,embracing the lost bouquet of your body,and searching for the light of your closed eyes

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.