Despues

Then ...
The moon in blood and your emotion,
and the foretaste of the end
in a dark cloud.
Then ...
irremediably,
your eyes so absent
crying without pain.
And then...
The huge night in the glass,
and your fatigue of living
and my desire to fight.
And then...
your skin like snow,
and in a slight absence
your pale end.

Everything returns from memory:
your sorrow and your silence,
your anguish and your mystery.
Everything is abyssed in the past:
your repeated name ...
your doubt and your weariness.
Shadow stronger than death,
cry lost in oblivion,
step returning from failure
song in pieces
that is still song.

Then ...
oblivion will come or it won't come
and I'll lie to laugh
and I will lie to cry.
Clumsy
ghost of the past
dancing in the racket
maybe to forget.
And then,
in the silence of your voice,
it will become a pain of loneliness
and I will cry out to live...
as if fleeing from memory
in repentance
in order to die.