That is
chained and humble
Nothing but
silence, echoes
My
grandfather’s portrait
Hanging on
the wall, fragile
From a robe
weary of the crucifier and the crucified
And my
grandfather, I saw him no more
Kids in the
neighbourhood say I am an orphan
For one
evening, my grandfather died.
Tonight,
Alone at the
bar
That I may
drink in the cup
Images of
yesterday
And forget
That I may
find guidance in the cup
Or find
solace
Is a bottle
of wine enough for me
To forget my
great grandfather
Even if I’m
in the company of the club dancer?
A flame sets
the woods of my heart afire
It tells me
That his
absence is a hide-and-seek game
He will
remerge from a corner in the street
He will
extend his hands
And say:
‘Come to me! Come to me!’
I will throw
myself in his arms
And cry
Just like
before
And sleep in
peace
One evening
Just like
before!
