Gabyel Rei Guillen

Lemon, I speak of lemons
my mouth is lemons
my tongue is lemons, enamoured,
my lips its seeds
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It so happens that I am a sad man
That I sit on this bench alone
Or I eat on that plate without food
Or I simply walk on the street without
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During the night I would usually take my walk.
From here and there, from this place and that place
Footsteps placid against cobbled floors
And I would see this wideness before me,
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When I finally fall, sweetness
It will be forever

Like changing days
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do walls remember us
we forget them
we search instead for the next wall
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Before water and sand
Between my palm and your palm
There lies that substance.
Air.
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And if this day were to bear us no light
This loving creature would still share
The magnificent radiance within her
Of which I would watch along with
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What now then that you are gone?
And I, left with none but my pain, and your eyes,
Your lips
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In the absence of day
we lay silently - by mouth at least
for our fingers shout for each other's limbs
touching touch as if it were a boat
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