After three centuries
He couldn’t reduce the hurry
That always marked his steps
And the speed of his eyes
When he examined the spaces.
With blows he had been forged
Like one who endures waiting
Completely devoid of patience
But quietly for the understanding of rhythm
That makes him see the advance both in the turtle and the cheetah.
One hour is little
Because the preceding ones
Breathed among perfumes
Of those who didn’t know the essence
That implied the sacrifice of petals.
Even though since dawning he was attracted
With fire he was denied to talk
Perhaps to shape him still more
To the form of weapon with which he lives
He is waiting without letting himself to show his teeth.
The calm is becoming more profound
The tension prepares its roar
Under the neat tiles
Behind closed windows
Above scarce clouds.
Before his imprecise shadow
The others crackle escaping
The time extending backwards
Launching interior emptiness
To those who perceive their next decline.
From deep he tries to smile
But his skin is not for innocence any more
Destroyed the illusions, the human piety
Only steel seems to be able to reach him
He becomes a faithful dog, dagger companion.
It will be attempted to disturb him
But it will be a poor effort
Such as one who tries
And as one who sees
The distorted vanity of his acts
The word obsesses him
As wolves do to young shepherd
Opening the danger of ephemeral
Where for a simple gesture at an improper moment
Even a pigeon would be drained.
With the faces of those who have been there
Although not active but present
Loading the necks with irons
Listens attentively the excuses of others
Trying to see something more of what he reaches.
It’s painful for him to be there
Without anything ending to finish
Because it is known of fixed air
And knows that being little what he wants
It will be everything if he dies that night
But there are no certainties
Not of his life or death
And between one and another he attends from inside
To the stage of forgetfulness
For the likely continuous outcome
For which with a leap it is accessed to the senses.