Optimism
One day we’ll meet again.
You’ll wear your face and
the gray raincoat
it’ll be a bit windy,
as when we had that stroll,
asphodels will fly between us
the ancient ruins
will get filled by pollen
haze will cover our kiss.
Your lips warm.
Then you: this will never end.
And I: this will end.
In Antarctica a ball of snow melts and
somewhere else a continent sinks in the void.
In the ancient agora a man, a woman
joyously saunter
unsuspecting of what comes next.
Libros Libertad 