Death is a life of questions that are being buried, and one ends always with doubt tangled in the lips. - Juan Antonio Villacañas

God borders my incredulity
constantly.
And my incredulity is so much God, that I am almost sure
to adore Him.

I come to make song, after the tears.
And even if a choir of men
sprayed my tongue with silence,
poetry will come, with liberating voice,
to make my song fall from the trees
and reach the most deeply buried abysses of those tears
that the child lent me when crying himself into life.<p>Because my infant song
is stronger than man’s tears,
and it could even conquer me
robbing the need of tears from the sun and the wind.

I have an immensity which shivers in the oceans,
being, as I am, only a little fountain, small as an eye.