cuadernos tibetanos

The day falls behind barely burned already useless Then comes the great light every door gives way before a man asleep Time is a tree that never stops growing Time the vast half-open gate the star that blinds It is not with the eyes that one sees the birth of that drop of light that will be that once was day Sing, bee without hurry cross the shining labyrinth in celebration Breathe and sing Where everything ends the wings begin You are the sun the sting of morning the sea kissing the mountains the total clarity the dream At half voice the world remembers how to open At half voice the dawn enters like a secret animal And the sleeping man unlocks the doors without moving The light grows the tree grows the silence grows Sing, bee in the golden wound of the hour Nothing is lost only transformed into brightness Nothing is gone only sleeping inside the fire You are the sun the first wound of the day the blue mouth of the ocean the mountain breathing salt the clarity the dream At half voice a...

I saw a cathedral Growing out of a spoon A choir of blue horses Was howling at the moon The mouths were all melting The mirrors forgot what to do And every strange reflection Turned into nobody else but you I walked through a hallway Made of radio snow Where the angels were dancing With shadows they didn’t know A fish in a top hat Said love is never true But then he changed his answer To nobody else but you Nobody else but you In the thunder of the roses In the static of the sea In the doors that never open In the dream that dreams of me Nobody else but you When the stars come loose like buttons From the velvet sky so blue Every impossible road Leads to nobody else but you I found your name written On the back of the sun By a blind ballerina With a golden water gun She said time is a window And the window’s looking through All the lives I never lived And they’re all in love with you The city was sleeping In a bottle full of rain The saints played electric guitars On a runaway train And...