A poem by Eva Veiga

If I live inside a square

Filled with sun

Until night draws in.

I live and if you somewhere

Are dreaming too

Of a flashing light that turns

Off the darkness of my fingers.

If dreams descend like stars

To drink the day’s din.

If the deepest truth hid

In the uncertainty of dreams.

If the light always leaves

Its secret over the things.

If the night’s murmur grows softer

Inside the volcano’s womb.

If you look at me in silence and the world

Stops spinning.

If the rain quickens on your lips.

If the cloud defeats me

with her beauty

If love raises us from the ashes.