I don’t know how you feel

I don’t know how you feel. In me, the pain
makes stars of darkness fl y from my eyes
and has left the blood like an eclipse,
as if the sleep of a tired god has entered me.
I don’t know how you feel. In me, there remains
no muscle to relax with a laugh,
a single shelter of blood to play with boats,
nor one bone that still believes in horizons.
An infl amed cry, like a great claw
drowns the fi sh of the cove of the neck,
and beyond the cry, the world is not only a legend.
I am happy because I am very sad
suffering the shivers you give me, that even the angels
don’t know how to cure. You, Nai, calm down.
Knowing no dawns, I’ll take communion of twilights.
It is enough to see a small piece of tearful skin
to remain in shock all my life.