¿Por qué, Teresa, y para qué nacimos?

                                                                ¿Por qué y para que fuimos dos?

                                                                ¿Por qué y para qué es todo nada?

                                                                ¿Por qué nos hizo Dios?

                                                                Miguel de Unamuno

Why, Teresa, and what we were born?
The wind makes this question to the poet on his grave.

Teresa responds with rain and cold breath

She planted a kiss on the skin and in verse of the worm.

I, the poet from south who will read us

(Unamuno may think as his final verse)

My reading will be a red carnation brought from afar.

Like a reading poem in other tongue after 1936

Blood and death that was we were.

Unamuno wrote What we were born?

I don’t know.

Your question is an old nest in rare book

Like a soul flying through time & space.

2015 I am reading … lirios que los hielos matan?

And you died in 1936. (en el nacimiento de la Guerra Civil de España).

Your question resurrected in my lips

As a saliva del gozo

joy saliva, saliva kiss liking my dream

cutting these lilies kill the ice.
That and we were both?
I do not know.

maybe we were a tree planted in the soul of the world.

We went on a cloud driven by a blind sky.

maybe we were a small Huidobro thinking ourselves God love with a star.

We went yesterday (peace war wound)

we went back years (onion in the hands of the prison nursing creature)

we went two (self, other Unamuno)

and your blood Teresa (Love in the Mist)

we were eternal in the unanswered questions.

only death rests on nothing.

The two were nothing in the verses

death, forgetfulness and love that made question.
For that and that is everything and nothing?
Violins embrace the lament of the melody.

bleeds rhythm in verse all

verse nothing is a line

My reading is all nothing.
violin regret leaving the soul

crying rivers in strings that are caught in the war.

rivers sailing at nothing earth as a seed fruitless.

one violin ask? On / off

A guitar singing without question?

I am life in your hands and I am nothing in your dream.

I am made of love and I’m all into nothingness.

Teresa because you were all to be dust nothing.
Why did God make us?
God replies that dead do not charge me

who killed Miguel de Unamuno?

Teresa or lilies

God answers: love and I have witnesses

my son

& its spirit of poet

since the father was out partying.
Why did God make us?

God responds angrily means:

I did not do anyone

each is one older enough

to know who their parents.

I know poet fall in love and they believe as a small gods

another dog with that bone.

Excuse me, I am God not a poet