SHE SLEEP
She sleeps with music in her ears
She is a navy blue bird,
that runs the whole strip in the car
of wheels of metal.
She sleeps on her damp body
It would look like silk because in sight
does not present joints or seams.
She sleeps on the chariot of oblivion
to keep away all that comes and what
was.
The beings of your dreams
they don’t know who he is…
I don’t know either.
But who does it matter!
Since in your dream
they are all hers.
The purple mountains
The Red Golden Moon
The silver sky.
Soon music to the ears,
brings back the memories of distant voices…
As if they were from today.
She sleep over her life and enjoys
from the sound in your ears,
like the last straw of your life.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
