Nightly Event
He hammered the nail on the wall He didn’t
have anything to hang. He stared at it sitting
on the old chair opposite. He couldn’t
think or remember anything. He got up
covered the nail with his kerchief. And suddenly
he noticed his bruised arm painted by
the moon standing by the window. The killer
had gone to sleep. His legs
naked and strong with perfect toenails with a callus
on the small toe visible under the blanket
and his hairs were curling erotically. The statues
always sleep like that with open eyes and
you don’t have to fear any dream or word –
the true witness you needed you have him
the precise and trustworthy because you know
statues never betray they only reveal.
Libros Libertad 