Angst

The mother and the grandmother in the rocking chair
See the tick of the clock hear the time its repetition
The feet and the heels they walk faster
Wandering around the square delimitation of the space
Calling for attention
Only the thickness of your thigh could soothe
Their stroking hairs and tender lines

What you call Venus I call Mars
The sting of a thought just killed a gorilla
There perhaps is a bay somewhere in the shade
Sharp rocks licked by the tongue of the sea
A girl drying slowly turning into salt
Unless a sharp ray awakens her
Throws her back into the fresh hunger of the world
Where the stars stay in line

Fernell Franco