DE LA AURORA

The night, in one of its forms of fullness
It is the night of the sense, when the sense
of the one who is on the edge of death,
or about death as a single sustained sea,
occurs, the saving night of sense
however desolate it may be. Because then it feels
even if it is pale, that the germination
of the blindness and muteness that the darkness
will bring us, it is not just an advertisement
but beginning and reason at the same time.