Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Wind and Soul

Wind and Soul

The wind comes from the sea
with such vehemence,
and its elementary sounds infect
the silence of night.

Alone in your bed
you listen to it insistent
on touching the chimes,
crying and calling
as if lost without anyone.

But it is not he who has you
sleepless, but another force
in which your body is jailed,
a carapace that was free breeze
and recalls.

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