Statue ( See original )

Step by step you go
undoing yourself 
Into fragments of dumbfounded being
Way of the snow
Becoming statue
Of salt
Of nought
Music inoculates your soul with her potion so
To save or annihilate
Or isn't it she who can kill
Or sing the nightingale into singing?

from ‘Between syllable and oblivion’, book ‘The Disobedient Gaze‘ Devenir Editorial, Madrid 2013

Traslated by Jonathan Boulting

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