I am a beggar who lacks the courage
to beg charity from himself.
Lines and wounds from all the unfulfilled caresses
intersect on my palms,
from all the unmeasured temperatures on my brow
and the illicit excavations of love.
From every scar on my body
a truth emerges.
I grow and I diminish
together with the day, running fearlessly
towards the depths of origin,
and everything around me is in motion:
the stone becomes a house;
the rock, a grain of sand.
When I stop breathing
my heart beats louder still.