Poetry
“Poems don’t last as objects, but as presences. When you read something worth remembering, you release a human voice: you return a kindred spirit to the world. I read poems to hear that voice. I write to speak to those I have listened to.”
–Louise Glück
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The Man Without a Past
He entered the hotel wanting to check in. Without documents, without luggage, without proof.
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I Explain a WhatsApp I Sent You at Two in the Morning
I reread the message, erase it. I reread the message, erase it.
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Soledad Barrett
Soledad, a story that never ends, legs whose history I must cry out. Those six lines that ended your freedom. Your name profaned, your life profaned, the light born from your voice profaned.
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Unease
Once I was a sailor, one of those who tie the knots, intoxicated by the breeze of a tortuous sea and imaginary seagulls.
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The country where everything belongs to you
On the other side of the continent, on the other side of the ocean, on the other side of the world. In the farthest place that exists, there is a country where everything belongs to you.
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This is not a dream
This is not a dream. Or maybe it is… It’s the story of a road that knew me before I knew myself and of the moment when time stopped being a line and became an echo.
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Fleeting essence
The wine cools on the table, no one toasts and no one sings, the empty chair remains, and an echo of your worn voice.
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The hospital is for lovers
I, the one of the river I do not carry, endure: I can only give you, I can only offer you the calm imposed on the starving, the barren lands of the skin.
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My head is an eight-year-old girl and she’s gone on vacation
My cheeks smile, turn into two pieces of chocolates, and a grimace crosses my face. It tells my fingers to follow its rhythm. Head that usually goes many (several) kilometers per hour, now stealthily descends.
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Myopia
Doing without glasses on purpose: perhaps in that opaque imperfection lies the beauty of things.
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Gupta Road
Now I realize: I feel alone. I get overwhelmed. I listen. Outside, chaos. Inside, you.
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Fuck the world
I know I should love others as Jesus loves me, but with you, it becomes a bit difficult. Still, I hope you open your eyes soon and return to your humanity, and not your ambitions.
