MY HEART OVERCOMES

Today I am without knowing---I do not know how,
today I am only for sorrows,
today I have no friendship,
today I only want
to rip out my heart
and put it under a shoe.




Today that dry thorn grows green,
today is the day of my kingdom's tears,
today it discharges discouragement into my chest.




I can't move with my star.
And I look for death through my hands
looking lovingly at the knives,
and I remember that companion axe,
and I think of the highest bell towers
for a serene somersault.




If it weren't why? ... I don't know why,
my heart would write a last letter,
a letter that I have stuck there,
I would make an inkwell of my heart,
a source of syllables, goodbyes and gifts,
and there you stay, I would tell the world.




I was born on a bad moon.
I have the pain of a single pain
that is worth more than all the joy.




A love has left me with my arms down
and I can't reach out for more.
Don't you see my mouth how disappointed,
how unhappy my eyes?




The more I contemplate myself, the more I grieve:
to cut this pain with what scissors?




Yesterday, tomorrow, today
suffering for all
my heart, melancholic fish tank,
prison of dying nightingales.




I have plenty of heart.




Today, getting discouraged,
I am the most heartfelt of men,
and for the most, also the most bitter.




I don't know why, I don't know why or how
I forgive myself every day.

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MY HEART OVERCOMES

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