Did you see how the rain made time dissolve itself?
how time is clinging to the panes,
to your image, to the garden,
to the orange that you eat?
- About this orange that you eat -
time doesn't know that once the rain
has drowned it down the window frame,
the sun will come and retrieve it
so that again this gardener
that's been released in his garden
can see its seeds germinate.
Time forgets it at every downpour
and marvels each time
In unsighted rooms
I sleep in other beds
Where I bury your absence
The uproar of your silence
And it is a large orphanage
Where I drag my sheets through dormitories
In search of scriptures
From one end to the other of childhood
Without ever finding
That marvelous parent willing to adopt me