Of What Was Not Said

From the book Ballads and Self-Portraits

Translated by Amanda Castro

Your body is an unnameble fiesta, a party of

Rain and blood and of everything that was not said, your body is

A party, and is also a fiesta. What else can I

Say?

Your body is a piano of blood, a piano of

Familiar heartbeats, salty, and a dream framed and

A smile. And the letters never sent, and the mute voice. And

We never spoke about it again

Your body is a rumor of atonal birds and the rest

Was never said. That your body is a party, and a scream

Repressed without finding a piece of sky, and that

Even there will your party go seeking for me

All of that was never said