I wanted to drive you

a reality like that
silences

I was scared to death
just talking to her
I kept thinking the war
would break out of her

(something like a camp
sguatting on the ground
quantum history)

voice that crossed ocean
in desperation
boat that came in
to drown in this people
like black water

without history, without medicine
without helicopters
one desperate, insane
reluctance looks pretty much like any other
and the asylums of this world rest
on the brink of deep
discoveries for good
lucky

I wanted to break you
out from the compact white headache
of territory
like a bitter almond

I wanted to drive you
between the eyes
of a city waking up the morning
after nothing

and did I see them one night
flying
the irresistable colours of their exile?
(when the earth was a cold, wet cloth
and the sky was made of iron)