Al Qabri Ramos & Lucia

 

Mountain basket

You bind my voice

When you set words 

on fire in anger

When you vomit, no cure

making my chest the crosshair,

the target of this uncertain hatred.

Freedom begins with your cry.

In my choice for silence.

Tie my voice, 

but you'll never be able to

Shut up my thoughts.

He turned his back.

The Mountain Basket

Once again she was right.

The woman rescued

A Handful of Earth

and let go of the wind.

I didn't like the victory of words.

Only of the defeated.

She had tenderness for them.

She was then silent.