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If it were not “professional suicide”

and social,

if it were not in the imaginary

to give up everything

six months away from finishing college

to make love to you

and set up a flower shop

as an idea of “smile does not wither”.”

is so terribly wrong

which is a waste,

then I would drop everything:

the school

the city

Fine Arts

the neighborhood where I grew up

the Vasconcelos

the loneliness that insists on embracing me

friends I feel so far away

-far away.

And I would take the photos with me

my clothes

some books

the guitar;

all for the airport.

I would take a flight southbound.

I would arrive - like last time - very early.

I would take the Turbus to Pajaritos,

and there I would call you back

from the same public telephone

to let you know I'm coming,

and I would go.

I would take a Romani to Valparaiso

and I would see you again,

your hands trembling.

And we would get home

and again it would not be half an hour

so that we would be naked,

but this time without slyly (and with horror) looking at the calendar.

I would set up a flower shop,

we would go to the sea,

to the Docas to camp,

and I wouldn't feel so far away

so foreign.

And then,

I don't know,

whatever comes.

Keep moving

following the sea,

maybe (hopefully) with you,

both of us accompanying us;

or with new friends

or with anyone else,

it doesn't matter much.

I have always had migratory tendencies,

I inherited them unintentionally,

then became

in flight tendencies.

They are not new.

But the idea of running to you

warms my heart

as when our bodies are

entangled

in the morning,

like hair

as the ideas

as the homelands.

The idea of fleeing

to you

makes me

exhale very loudly.

Haste is fear

and the fear of

from

rri

you.

 

 

But here the smiles do not wither

are worthless without a piece of paper

uniform

unidirectional

unit

university.

Photographers: Bernardo Aldana