Water falling from your eyes
masters of insomnia
and the sad tracks
Water flooding your mouth
you spoke badly of memories
of my nights
Water ironing your hair
the best strings
I touched with my hands
Water flooding my mirror
filling my crying face
of stains
Red water arising
from my broken veins
blood that is missing.
Water that becomes white
water that strips you
every morning.
Water that a brooklet drinks
early with birds
and wagtails
Water of the spits
water of sweat
and of toilets
Water that drives crazy
the brave patience
of all my brothers.
Water ironing your hair
the best strings
I touched with my hands