Juan Garrido-Salgado, # 11-11 Variations on moments of silence

Variations on moments of silence # 11-11

1

Entro a mi mente como un pájaro a su jaula al atardecer.

I enter my mind like a bird into a cage at dawn.

2

En mi mano sostengo una taza de té de Van Gogh.

Entro a su cama como un color de la agonía en el silencio.

In my hand I hold a Van Gogh cup of tea.

I am going into his bedroom with the colour of agony’s silence.

3

I read a verse from Borges; darkness is a rhythm of the moon

Dropping two blind stars into the poem. Silence is born in my dream.

4

I am a poet eating the silence between the walls and my open wounds.

In my prison cell 1985, silence is the only river to swing away my pain.