autumn equinox

The irreverent tic toc of the clock opened the wall exactly where the door

is closed and the tic toc travelled through the transparent rooms.

I have other moments in my memories, a democratic space,

a space to dissolve my dreams in the lights of yesterday.

Then nothing or everything with black birds flying in different directions.

Next day after the autumn equinox

it will be impossible not to notice the tilting of the big star.

They are two faces looking at different days

past and present in one hour.

Well how will the dark side of the nothing of thinking

look a minute after the light comes to the horizon of the zodiac.

I know Sun god and the lovers of power. On my left is the other day,

in front is the emptiness of the nothing in the history of mankind.

Venus and Moon flying,

one or two over the yellow trees forming the night, and the hot Moon

submerges herself in the infinite blue space.

Nothing is known of where the light of millions of times lives, 

till the self becomes memories in stones 

painted by the constant going of the winds.

My boat goes to the end of the day, on the other side of the frontiers

is the yesterday marked with millions of dark lines.

And who opens doors to answer the dialectical question on the genesis

of the original world?

Again the nothing is everything in the space, the power of the unknown

opening into the affairs of space-time.

The abstract synthesis of millions of hours of time and life

without the sun’s universe in my little space.

Let me tell you, freedom is the prison of one episode in the clock

of a second.

Today I have the same questions in the circular dimension of the calendar.

What is the outside of the eternity of the one and only number,

the zero and the infinite of the finite of reason.

And the tic toc of the mind

continues marching to the dialectic ideals of everything in one logic question.

How solitary will tomorrow be?

Tomorrow the trees will be naked and they will go to bed to get up again

before love is transformed in the atom of a red apple.

The sky will be closed for new visitors so I invite you to open the other 

doors and together see the second before the hour.

Death is when the tic toc gives me another touch on the shoulder.