These poems belong to the collection of poems: Del fuego de los días, published in a limited personal edition.

fountain

To the poet Servando Garcés F. †

A man facing the sea

dies with his heart in his hands

Snail lifter

rises from the depths

his hands are shaking

facing the sea there are no limits

one is a perennial habitant

a man by the sea is alone

visit his childhood

but the sea in front of man is rubble

blood and tears

life carrying so much death

a reddened look in the night

in front of the sea: the bodies, the crowd.

The words... march.

but a man in front of the sea holds

the heart and death.

Fountain

If you ask....

after Sunday I'll have gone to the

underworld

the sun rises from my delusions

Burn my traces

there's heat in my silence

If women come

Tell them I only come in at night... wounded.

I cross the threshold like the one that never comes.

rest, take a bath, breakfast

If they leave, don't say goodbye, or goodbye or see you later.

turn your back on them

I will never be seen with the necessary sobriety

If they come back, ask them about me.

because I've never been to any place

because I go back and forth to hell

If they come back.... open the door for them.

the arms

the dawn

the night if necessary.