Creation

I am alive and I have surprised the stars at dawn.
My companion continues to sleep and ignores it.
My companions all sleep. The clear day
it reveals me cleaner than the lethargic faces.

In the distance, an old man, on the way to work
or to enjoy the morning. We are not different,
the same clarity we both breathe
and we smoke quietly to fool our hunger.
Also the body of the old man should be healthy
and vibrant in the morning, should be naked.

This morning life slips through the water
and the sun around is the glare of water
always young the bodies of all will remain at
discovered.

You will be the radiant sun and the roughness of the open sea
and the rough fatigue that weakens under the sun,
and immobility. Will be the companion
a secret of bodies. Everyone will feel their
voice.

There is no voice that breaks the silence of the water
under the dawn. And not even anything that shakes
under the sky. Only a warmth that dilutes the stars.
Shudder to feel the morning that vibrates,
virgin, as if no one was awake.