The Silence of the Hands

 
the words of the moment
are the ones I didn't say
that I didn't think before saying
that I didn't invent...
from thinking so much
the words of the moment
are a velvet tongue
an umbrella
an overcoat
the words of the moment
went unnoticed
like the eyes of the suffering
the smile of the one who pretends
the dust at the feet of those who flee
the words of the moment
repeat in the teeth
echo in the cavities of the teeth
hurt like cavities
are like spikes that never pierce
are like bridges that don't last
are like hair
that remain (white) to man
sitting in the square
waiting to be able to pronounce
the words of the moment.

PAR