The Havanun Tales #23

Song of Aaron the Shy

Song of war and salvation

So we found Aaron as if asleep, in front of the abandoned station

With his bicycle his discreet wonder with his song

All boundaries roll away like tumbleweeds around whoever stands still immovable like a river like wind, time, elusive thought

An exhausted horse a statue abandoned to pigeons This I am Gait of a boxer the following morning in the mouth the clotted blood

But I can crow, if you like I can charge through the walls I can provide simple words of joy

If you see me so slovenly if my mind and my smile seem to wander in such prosy places in such impassable, unattainable places

it’s just because the veil of mortality protects me

But everything that exists under the sun it’s in my liver

Everything you can dream of is imprinted in the pillowcase of my hostel cot

I am fire I am anger I am the hunger, the desire, the memory

I am the innocence that conquers the world the relief after crying the moment where it is worth living

When you don’t know where to go and the sky closes threateningly and you are afraid to breathe

the song of Aaron the Shy accompanies you

You will have warmth in your hands and heart health and the certainty that there will be light and friends where now there is only loneliness

I leave you this song, my friends

You are the bright spinning tops that set the universe in motion You are the storm of hope

I can see Mary’s ghost, now

She looks like an organza dress orange sunset

I rest in this cloak embroidered with love and what I’m walking towards is so harmonious so overturning that I’ll wake up

Without shyness unclad dazzling king

In the sweetness in God’s never tamed Mercy

Last among the victors

So we found Aaron as if asleep, in front of the abandoned station

With his bicycle his discreet wonder with his song