Travel Notebook Poem by Carlos Ramos

The wall devoured by the sun
the small flowers closed in the refections
their mouths open to the hopeful blue of the day
in the water eyes
the meanings to be discovered
small drops that blind in the morning
and then disappear.

I put my hands on the wall
to feel the silence inside
the voice of the stones
sea fever
inside
a mystery in the middle
I don't know how to write it
in the open sky
close my eyes
i retract
with clean hands
the poem.