DIEGO, Gerardo

Hope

Who said they run out the curve the gold the desire

the legitimate sound of the moon on marble

and the perfect pleating of the elytra

of the cinema when he exercises his tender protectorate?

Search my pocket

You will find in it feathers by virtue of a bird

crumbs in search of bread moth-eaten gods

words of eternal love without

landing letter

and the hidden path of the waves.