Discovery
Yes, we knew it: the traitor always lurked in
the shadow of the half-standing wall with his grip
on the revolver’s trigger, ready to spread justice
described in the primeval book, illogical logic is doomed
to fail, and we lived tightly close to the anonymity of
our ancient oaths, given once, when the visitor called us
brothers, and it was as if roses bloomed in the frost
of December, as if a collective rapture of energy had
spread on our faces since one could still discover
the secret of humanity in a word or in the neighbour’s
garden.
Libros Libertad 