2ème Poeme

La jaula se ha vuelto pájaro

Qué haré con el miedo

(Pizarnik)

On the inside

everything seemed undone

slowing-

My body had this weakness.

And you walked inward,

dissolving madness

breathing-

The art of timing

present in your hands

and the stillness

breaking-

This, here, now, forever,

and yesterday- crying

as if nothing

could ever be old.

A fallacy, -a song-

for such feelings travel long

before returning home

ashamed-

(It's never over, lover.)