My Sanctuary is born in my body
Stands in the hollow of my knots
Draw on the dead leaves
Where words do not resonate anymore.
My sanctuary path is sawdust,
Leaves no mark
The rain suspends its past, whispers the unreal.
My Sanctuary has no door,
And burns all notices.
My sanctuary has no clocks
Is far from the roads
Isolated from all satellites
Its useless nights don’t indicate any future.
My sanctuary does not need ornament
It shuts all the voices
Carries a hundred of lost stones.
My sanctuary has deep shadows
drawn from empty labyrinths
Look straight in the face.
My sanctuary is indissoluble
Builds a glass wall against which ladders are set up,
Stops all persistent thresholds,
Turns faults back to the rigid line,
Frees itself from the horizon,
Makes the earth flat again.
My sanctuary hides the view
Says inaudible secrets
Rejects all lies.
My sanctuary does not like crossing
Pours a concrete that never harden
Turns to the lost heights
Brings my wildest hopes
Defeats all wars.
My sanctuary gradually makes me disappearing
Until total absence
Beyond the conceivable which carries me away.
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