I am walking undulously,
but I want to drink the generous sap of life;
or to eat the food of gods,
to breath holy odors in the dark face of the night.
Sometimes, I walk in a fuliginous way,
sometimes my way is an apocalypse of wonders,
but my obdurate steps
are the places of invisible thunders.
Sometimes, it seems a desolate vigil,
the candles are melting but nobody is illuminated by its light,
sacramental signs without a heart,
falling upon the hieratic night.
Roli Marín Tapia