Inhabited by hollows
with the memories that brought you
one day to my sea
you move away from me.
Floating as the waves with empty bottles,
salt that slides a frozen and slow river.
I kept for you the corner of the caress
in the seat of all my daily rituals.
I killed, I lied, became another,
abdicated all places where you weren’t
but I found the gunpowder for the buffalos
dwelled in my dreams.
Cause everything
from toothpaste
to your early fire letters of desire
changed address
and nothing will be always
nobody will come to the same building
nor undress me with four letters
LOVE:
you won’t undress me anymore
in the bed
of my soul.
Translated by Marisa Martínez Pérsico
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MK