The Brightest Dawn

Lucía Villanea Morales

Wandering alone through fearsome woods

I found myself one day.

Moving around on my own darkness

between life and death I was suspended.

The nightly shadow branches out, and like a ghost,

with no mercy it stabs my will.

On a void I float,

and I experience a sense of no return.

All I see is those bloody eyes hiding among the trees.

All I can hear is that accusing force calling me.

A shrill voice commands me not to move.

With movements of despair the deathlike trees

to obstruct my aimless steps intend.

In the distance a dim light I can see.

Never was I told about foreseeing this light of hope,

and little did I know about surviving this cold.

And as frightened as I could be

I kept moving forward ‘till the edge.

And the dim light in the distance

grew cloudless and intense,

and the sweetest crying of a baby

far beyond the woods was heard.

I looked into his eyes,

and he looked into mine.

I woke up from my nightmare,

and there was nothing but light.

The Paradox of Death

Nothing I know about death

And that’s what I know

The unquestionable question

Has always absently remained

And the known secret of death

Is what I am sure I won’t know

All those lies about death

Reveal the unique truth

I have to be alive to be dead

And if I die, alive again I will never be.

I am nothing, but everything I am

Can the sorrow make me happy?

All I know is that quietly loud death arrives

And a bunch of insensitive feelings arise.

I see with no eyes

the close distance

the brilliant darkness

and the bitter sweet of your face

I hear with no ears

the silent scream

the crying laughter

and the piercing silence of your voice

I feel no pain in this pain

the frozen warmth

the dry rain

and the happily grieving tears in your eyes.

I speak with no voice

the overt secret

the untrue truth

and the unspoken words you heard me say

This is the true mystery of death

When I die into humid dust I will turn

And nothing more than that.

My Love is a Common Love

My love is a common love;

we are not one, but two.

You are not my King;

We are just two ordinary people

who fight the hurricane.

My love is not like Penelope’s love;

Mine is just a common love.

Sometimes I am made of glass,

and so are you.

Sometimes I am made of marble,

and you are too

Sometimes I cry,

and so do you.

Sometimes I scream with laughter,

and you do too.

Here and there I am an impenetrable wall,

but widely my soul shines for you,

and the I love you’s that timidly
drift away

are the sparkle of the stars in the sky.

From time to time you are foolishly stubborn,

But you are like a sailboat docking in my bay,

and the words that sail from your ocean

are the waves that kiss the sand.

But in the end,

If I had to restart my life,

My love! I swear…!

I woud surely try to find you long before

to love you with this common love.