ULISES´S JOURNEY

   Oceans of kisses, hands of algae

 that one day I stroked

 before I was,

 without memory of you,

 far from Ítaca.

And today I have returned to look at myself

 in your silence,

 in the sweet quietude of your look.

   And you do not recognize me, do not hold me.

 You weave, unravel, days of silence

 Shrouds of courage and empty grey

 While the vultures overfly your soul.

 (From "The trip of souls", a book about paintings by Francisco García Torcal)