As an actor on the stage
Of a drama
Of a life
Of a musical
in the daily flux of time,
keep the curtains closed
a fixated audience
on lines withheld secretly backstage.
Continually crossing
frontiers \ feeding them the actions,
the right notes and rhythms
I move from one space to another-
no strings attached.
Today in this dry theatre
(the deserted harbor)
of my mind \the words lie on their sides
incapable of setting
to the sea
endeavoring to fill each one
with some resemblance of
normality