Hay una palabra en mi boca haciendo espuma
efervescencia,
una palabra que vive y se retuerce
cada vez que entras en escena.
Es un ente vivo
un verbo mojado en saliva que mora bajo mi lengua
y traza esquemas
que luego reorganiza y desordena cuando tu apareces.
Esa palabra quiere incrustarse
porque tiene planes de calarte,
busca inocular porque quiere cambiarlo todo
trastocarlo... quizás joderlo todo.
Esta palabra sube a mi boca
y zigzaguea bajo la lengua, entre los dientes,
esperando para saltar a tu boca
anidar en algún recóndito sitio de tu nomenclatura.
Ebulle y tirita
relampaguea entre molares e incisivos,
permanece viva y espera.
Es una palabra exclusiva que te caza,
te vigila desde lo oscuro de mi boca
con la mustia esperanza de tu anzuelo
que nunca llega a mis pozos.
A word
(English version)
There's a word in my mouth making foam
efervescence,
a word that lives and twists
every time you go on stage.
It's a living entity.
a verb wet in saliva that dwells under my tongue
and outlines
that then reorganize and disorder when you show up.
That word wants to be embedded.
because he has plans to calm you down,
seeks to inoculate because he wants to change everything.
This word goes up to my mouth
and spun under the tongue, between the teeth,
waiting to jump into your mouth
nesting in some corner of your nomenclature.
Ebulle and tirite
relays between molars and incisors,
stay alive and wait.
It's an exclusive word that hunts you,
He's been watching you from the dark of my mouth.
with the musty hope of your hook
that never gets to my wells.
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