The awakening

you sleep
and in your weariness there’s only body,
the materiality of the heavy day.
i’m the one imagining a soul in your soul,

i invented it by looking,
i touch your sleep and you are everything
that neither you nor i know that you are.

the exact is awakened without us,
we remain outside its weight,
the sun trembling in the window.

this half-darkness holds us back
from hard reality
even as it comes to life.

soul is to stop being
in something
and to come to life.

(From Para lo que no existe, 1999)

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