faro....

i
am so
full
of all

i am so empty
of
every thing

i wish
my heart
of fire,
naked,
could run.

and you
would not fear
nor destroy
but protect
and shield the flame

i wish
i could cover
your loneliness
and warm
your cold feet

which must
walk the earth
and cross
fields of stones.
i do not
want them hurt

now
i run
naked
in the dark
dancing
between the trees
of my forest

Corcubion is here.
I am the faro
exposed
to the cruel wind
and to the sea

and to the white shit
from seagulls
laughing from above
about my
selfishness.

who am i
that i want
to stay.

when i reach there,
there is not there.

this is all
and nothing.
this is nothing
and all.