Just from Josefina Pla

Just

from Josefina Pla

...Just a look,

a pupil only for all things.

For dawn and sunset,

for love and hate,

for the lover and the executioner,

the dove and the viper,

the star and the firefly.

Just a few hands

for the chalice and the whip,

for the rose and for the cactus.

Just a few hands

for sand and dew,

to rock the cradle,

and caress the temple of the expected,

and open the last hole.

A mouth just

for the kiss and the scream

and for prayer and blasphemy.

For the sigh and the lie,

for forgiveness

and condemns it.

And just a blood

to listen to the time,

to water dreams

to buy the wound and the agony,

and distill the tears.

Ah, just a blood

a mouth, some hands,

a look alone.