Gabriel

"Make the desire
abdicate.
Dethrone
cowardice.
Devour
inmobilism."

Marrow-muttered,
cheap-stolen
remarks.

When the plane is
swinging,
bundle of nerves
scratched handles
sweat over again,
that Lady
on the Harbor.

I am hardly
coming back.

I close my eyes
without closing
them.

Just to remember:
So many sheep...
So little time!

Shit!

Even in Minden (NV)
or Mañaria (EH),
nothing tastes
different no longer.

A smooth-checked
petty secretary
pick up us Txakurzulo,
damn!

And a degraded bike
pulled out my
son's ogibide
and his back.


Really.

It is a sigh,
to hear still
how they rustle,
my bones.

All that is coming,
is all that it remains.