Nothing is wasted.
\nThe world eats everything.
\nIts juices dissolve the rocks,
\nthe jellyfish, our eyes,
\nfeeding its soul.
\nCreating honey in its hives.
\nWood to cover its mountains.
\nThe bacillus on our plates,
\nuntil nothing,
\nfor being consumed,
\nis ever dead,
\nbut transformed into leaves,
\nwomen,
\nwhales,
\nand minstrels hearing songs.<\/p>\n
How the air shouts it pregnancy!
\nThe cemeteries open up their tombs
\nand become the shade
\nsheltering lovers,
\ndogs taking shortcuts
\nthrough the bleached epitaphs
\nthat tell a tale.
\nA lonely ghost who lived there,
\nuntil the world invited it
\nto a street
\nwhere children jumped rope,
\nmothers strolled cherubs,
\nand geraniums filled pots
\non the sill.<\/p>\n
Clouds waved their whiteness,
\nthe heavens brought the blueness
\nof the sea inland,
\nand the world wrapped its arms
\naround their shoulders,
\nand wrote a poem worth hearing.
\nI love you too much,
\nto let you die.
\nYou are the vineyard
\nof my table.
\nThe tears and laughter
\nof my wine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nothing is wasted. The world eats everything. Its juices dissolve the rocks, the jellyfish, our eyes, feeding its soul. Creating honey in its hives. Wood…<\/p>\n