Voices in my silence (Voces en el silencio)

Tonight I have migrated from performer to faithful audience member.   From my Dad’s book Urgent poetry (Poesía de urgencia), with all my love for Low Rez and with a slight change in the title, which now belongs to me.

Voices in my silence (Voces en el silencio)

Every instant I perceive the precise echo

of the multiple inner voices,

those that talk to the safety of silence

and between loneliness and oblivion.

This way the world is one in the unity

of a secret locked with a key

and the uneven word that tells it,

natural, with stammering utterances,

echo of realities now inoffensive

and that yesterday considered misfortunes.

For example tonight I would have written

your beloved and remembered name,

but my verse is only reached

by the memories, the distant echo

of the grieving inner voices

that hit me inside relentlessly like a hammer,

without hope, without rest,

even though the effort is useless because

they will not destroy the dreams that now occupy

the conspicuous silence of my hours.