In the Dark of the Night

the water contained in the kettle

boils over the fire

in the night, all is silence

each of our gods enjoys

the granted stillness of the night

the water in the kettle evaporates

its hisses pierce the silence

this silence of the night

in which a multitude

of faceless bodies

moves in the shadows

the glowing metal of the kettle

separates

the flames of the fire

from the bubbling water

the bodies make no sound

their footsteps will never echo in your ears

in the silence

no one

no one responds

to the names I slowly repeat

the multitude of naked bodies

slips into the darkness

in the black eternal night

ever abysmal

where silence grows

like a god

still unknown

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In the Abandoned House

the light that penetrates those walls

is a fierce set of teeth that bites

the words that cannot

a voice that sings the songs

that in that sex did not take flesh

a warm tongue that licks

under the shelter of nature

the cold marble of the tombstones

this light

matter that speaks and dreams

(Translated from the Spanish by Jorge R. G. Sagastume)