Crossroads of life
If you ever find yourself at the crossroads of living people,
and molded dreams,
you will find the quiet melody of birds
played on gray records
that will spin
in their enlightened enchantments.
Try to give up completely
without stakes and without compensation,
in desire for
a sense of peace.
When you are alone in front of the wall
with hope dangerously cut into it,
same as you walk on the steppes
of the indelible traces of the music
of those same birds, only from a new record.