For Marieta Poem by Sebastian Soberania

i am a vampire who cannot read your mind
if speak you must
why not speak the cleanliness of an important street in the city?
the orderliness of a traffic jam
the flow of a river without the usual garbage

why not be as simple as a dove flying on its pure white wings?
if must you be slow
follow the ant towards its empire of sand

take things at a time
word after word, syllable after syllable
show me the facade of an old spanish church
on the pile of limestone
stepping slowly to the door of the sky