To Become Night
Under the
heavenly mantle
I dream of the
shadow of the earth
and its smell of
almond
I want to lie on
the grass
leave my body
adrift
to look at the
sky
to discover the
passage of insects
like little
fairies
If I had the sea
right now
I would fill my
body with its foam
discover your
slow touch
like the clouds
that leave their vaporous wake
like the birds
that touch with their wings
the shores of
twilight.
My heart beats
looking for your eyes
to the rhythm of
the night
your eyes that
are infinite abysses
and to be able
to walk through the deepest halls of my dreams.
Dark Root
Repeat offender,
dilated light
through the
glass of the night,
scent of lily,
silent offering
of desire.
In its dark
roots
I am magnetized
I am vulnerable
limits,
the labyrinth of
delirium
Like a cloister
of bonfires,
the vague flame
demarcates the
vast riverbed
of my senses
In the intimate
cave they intertwine
impenetrable
cosmos
in the gloomy
silence
of the collapsed
night.
Of The Everyday
Great flow of
words that are embroidered
on wood, asphalt
and wind.
that silent sap
pierces bodies
in the nocturnal
opacity.
In their
impenetrable niches
intertwined
memories of silence and oblivion,
dark ruins
that time founds
In the ethereal
exile of things,
the fragrant
land,
the soft aura of
his step,
the flight of
spores.
Of the sparkles:
the crystalline look,
light that
embeds itself and envelops the walls,
geraniums on the
terrace.
The deep echo of
his warm, mature voice.
filters into the
limits of the afternoon,
and in the thick
branches of the trees.
In the apparent
silence
that floods the
corners
messy rumors
break out,
uncertain
boredom.
How to inhabit
the shadows?
MARLENE
PASINI: Mexico. Communicologist, psychotherapist,
Egyptologist, writer, poet, visual artist. Cultural Director of the IFCH,
Morocco, President of the Mexican Academy of Modern Literature, Counselor of
the Taghrid Fayad Cultural Forum, Egypt. Doctor Honoris Causa, IFCH. Multiple
international recognitions.
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