Favor
I remember I once asked mother “how can it be?” but she
turned her face to the other side and cried; since then I’ve
made a rule to unabatedly obey and often, while I was
mingling awkwardly among the crowd the heavenly
powers were playing with the fringes of my coat though
there wasn’t any wind; if I spoke at that time they would
had understood me, however eternity had already deleted
those words and once, when they removed the lamp without
asking the dark favor, that same night, the woman gave birth
to the horrible sign which they killed hastily at the edge of
the garden; I in vain kneeled and begged them, “leave it,
perhaps it will understand us” I said, but they, distant and
pale as they were seen by others, locked and sealed the big
iron gate.
Libros Libertad 