New City
In the middle of our lives
each of my steps, forward or backward,
brings me closer to its end
I feel the sleeping abyss under my soles
in this city that searches
for a substantial repayment
for everything it provides
and I exchange some sunlit days,
fiery stones, retained touches of people
and winds, I bargain, I buy off death
with sleep, I gesticulate in its elastic
space, that perhaps I might gain
an extension for a life that the more
I get to know, it escapes me.
