Cockatiel Diaper Pattern

FALL




ablaze with autumn fire, sometimes burning
my heart, and only pure
. The wind wakes,
touches your heart and suspended in light
smiles to anyone:
what beauty go!

Seeking hands,
a presence, a body,
what breaks down the walls and gives rise
drunken ways,
a touch, a son, a spin, one wing only;
look inside me,
bones untouched violin, delicate vertebrae
bleak dream
lips lips, hands
birds dream ...

And something that no one knows and says "never" falls from the sky
,
you, my God and my opponent.

Octavio Paz