Gacela of Escape

I have lost myself in the sea many times

with my ear full of fresh-cut flowers,

with my tongue full of love and agony.

Many times I have lost myself in the sea,

as I lose myself in the heart of some children.

There is no one that giving a kiss

does not feel the smile of people without faces,

nor no one who touching a newborn baby

forgets the still skulls of horses.

Because roses seek in the countenance

a hard landscape of bone

and the hands of man have not more feeling

than to imitate roots beneath the earth.

As I lose myself in the heart of some children,

I have lost myself many times in the sea.

Ignorant of water, I go seeking

a death where light consumes me.

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