Ghosts
Outside in the cold, we always lose something,
he said, perhaps what would be surely lost someday
what existed, didn’t.
The second wheel of the exquisite, ancient carriage
the one, yes, that didn’t even have its first wheel. Thus
for example, with the many imaginary losses we
create, he says, one convincing, certain image of
the inexistent, that is worthy of the pain and history
at the time when the old woman hits your window
with her nail and inevitably calls you inside again.
Libros Libertad 