Autor:    Alba Lucía Hernández Espinosa

I SHOUT IN YOUR NIGHT

I have nothing left,

but absorb,

full of lies,

what remains in front of my eyes,

and go dying;

everything that weighs,

of that which ends up looking at me like a rider without an owner.

Suddenly,

she jumps and falls.

We have managed to survive and, also,

we have lost.

The sun doesn`t shine sometimes,

we jump the corridor,

wrapped up in her labyrinth.

We silence the living mirror that leads us to look at ourselves

in other time.

Slowly,

a shark comes and throws our meat,

remains without madness, seal, or name,

then scream your night.