Around the Cities of Escape

From country to another
I crossed the barriers of hope
broke
The language of silence
That wave of unbearable thoughts
The current of unthinkable waves
And the borders of the artificial guards.

Oh, that city
Holding on its lips
The weight of Exiles
And the camps of losing
In its hands.
Now..
Yesterday..
And tomorrow..
All cities have the bitterness of living
The bills of nothingness
And the holy words
Of burnt Bibles