Cuaderna Vía ISSN 2472-7237 Volume 2 • Issue 1 • 2016 doi:10.32855/cuadernavia.2016.010 34 Balam Rodrigo: Selected Poems Balam Rodrigo, Alicia Rueda-Acedo From Hábito lunar (2005) Nomads of air Tonight I will dream you because the moon is in the window and it bathes me with its white light. There’s a bright starry night that grows along with your smile. The silent wind blows through my hair, the wind and the silence. /silence A window, a highway, a streetlight, a man writing a poem under a new roof, under the same sky, sharing the same moon. Moon water. Mirror water. Nightly glow. You will see the same moon as me. The moon is the reflection of ourselves. Empty reflection. The heart is the reflection of the man, but a man cannot see another man’s reflection unless he has a graceful heart. A bird, a crow. The night descends in its wings and my eyes fill up with dust. Dark dust. Dust in the air / pollen Bitter leaves are the hours abandoned in my body, the scars on my hands, the moon rain bathing the bodies that recoil and inflame with desire. What desire? We are from the air. We are the nomads that walked naked through the desert on a stream of air. I remember we ate pomegranates, that is why your lips are crimson red. With amber eyes, ebony hair and