What Mission?
In the possible world, I’m certainly
uncertain in the real.
And yet so much bitter luck
have accompanied me on my journey. Unknowns
have stopped me so many times, and if
the mirage locked inside me had told them something
they would have thanked me.
But they were content if I had
the strength of only one
encouraging glance.
What kind of mission is this?
For I was trying to escape
from them, and yet: from my escapes
I had encounters.
Perhaps,
who at every moment
is in the act of escaping is
at home, wherever he is.
Libros Libertad 