Words are things, say the Wolof .....

Words have a body and walk.
We almost that much ......
or almost nothing.

A red falls and floods everything,
like unforeseen thunder
the laughter is not for the masks,
they should be for the faces.

Do you agree?

Here and there .....
life,
not a sweet consolation,
without incentive,
just life

At times
my hands fall,
and my body gives way,
not always

Words have a body and walk,
if they stay still they die,
we have to feed them
said the Wolof

To your origins
to your vital marks,
for your face that understands me.
I give myself ...

And they come to look at me mute,
hard,
contents

I know I'm alive,
I touch me ... ..and here I am!
I feel in my hip,
the heat of my skin,


I am, I am, I am!
 

And the lack of a mattress,
and light are friends,
still cold floor is my friend,
the door is my companion,
I am your friend.

Who do the walls put out?

It is important to know where it is outside,
to know if I am inside.

Who is there?

Today I will be sitting,
with eyes closed,
  and upon awakening,
nothing will seal my pain?

There is no right path,
no doors,
no bridges,
nor eternal kiss.

I know, I do not deny

Loads forgotten in the wind,
smiles that empty my bones,
dissolved penumbras,
in hollow noises.

Memories of rapturous breaths,
Lying hands,
pleasant warmth,
and one tomorrow.


Today,
Nothing will be allowed,
over dried blood,
of this body,
in his last destiny.