Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
I continued my voyage; I mean that I often passed the rail
lines alone, where was I going? (I never found out); however
the difficulties started at night when I had to maintain a
correspondence, but with who? I had no one, so I focused
my passionate attention to my shoes; if you haven’t done
this you haven’t learned anything about human fate.
Therefore all our civilization has to be buried while
the shoemakers sing the funereal songs; besides the affable
Teresa was there too, (like all other scared people), her dress
was falling on her like a sigh, yet I, out of greediness, was
calling her Eleonora; she was crying and begged for a true
story, because, tell me, who hasn’t opened a window
or a door and didn’t think that this world is truly real?
Libros Libertad 