REVEALING

I haven't belonged to anyone for ages

like a coin fallen from the edge of an old icon.

I am scattered among the strict inheritances and vows

behind the blinds of drawn destinies.

History is the first border I have to cross,

I wait for the voice set apart from the harmony of obedience

that will report how distant I am.

I am like a bronze statue under the city square of stars

above which birds practice their anthems of hope;

I reveal myself like a feather stuck to an eggshell,

which tells of a premature departure and

heralds new life.

Every day my home

secretly changes under the world's tent,

only childhood is like honey

that never lets anything leave a trace in it.