like a dark atlas, carrying out forgotten weights,
we simply hollow those years full of role models,
wonders attached to rooms and annexes drawing
future empty houses where the echo, yet unborn,
still comes from ancient nowhere's and our heart
drowned in centuries of myself: and what shines
is already a dead star to reborn upon absent eyes
looking in every way to express any inside color.
ramon lvdiaz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-miles-and-dismantled-parks-above-el-greco-s-sky/
