Respite

Let me say it before falling mute inside the cell of the grave let me say that they were my refuge the warmth of your gaze, your smile, when I was falling, rolling on the bloody ground of the city street. When from the noose, with every body my body swung like the pendulum of death in a back room. They were my refuge the warmth of your gaze, your smile a gift to my face when in every case in the unarmed streets of this city my face was shattered with every bullet. They were my refuge, my only refuge the umbrella of your sweet breaths over my shoulders over my arms over my lips and between my fingers drowned in the storm of my bitter tears. Let me say it say it before falling mute that you have been my refuge like an elixir in the being of copper in the prison of this mine numb, imprisoned...