Black Rock Sonata Casa Neruda (Piedras Negras, Chile)
At your door, I'm a vagabundo seeking deliverance, thoughts of a tour depress me. I won't go inside; I imagine how quiet it must have been at your passing. Your departure's hush still inhabits la casa. Thirty strangers in pursuit of soul invade your favorite chair, leave breathy kisses on a mirror. I walk around the house, down to las piedras, gray glistening black. Between boulders, protected, thought pulses in light rain's fine mist. Tentatively, I scribble flash phrases, notes on sea foam. The bleak setting me tambalea as walls of water surge, cascade, torment the rocks, Gulls' cries sound into song. A constant roaring, sangre corriendo, insides hammering, fresh constellations anchor in my gut. Insistent surf rolls at water's edge The gray horizon holds a boat black, low slung, your past glimpses carga. Rooftops cling to mist inside the surreal roar, la vista sin fin, your muse, the beauty here, your lady's streaming elegancia, beloved books, a boundless heart. The lull between swells espera una voz. Me tambalea – stuns me Sangre corriendo – blood coursing La vista sin fin – endless view espera una voz. - waits for a voice
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