6th of November
Nothing. Nothing. We were wrong.
Words are short, beds are narrow,
you can’t turn to your other side.
To this day we used to say:
as long as we keep on carrying rocks
the internal rock will eventually crack. Nothing.
I count the fingers of both hands.
I find them right.
I don’t know how to count other things.
That means they aren’t right.
A curse is hanging off the edge of the count.
Libros Libertad 