el pasado

if my girlfriend weren't true
to the past
I wouldn't be allowed to love her
as I do
If my membranes woulnd't be so linked
to these walls
I couldn't be allowed to remember my grandmother
as I do

Mirar el cielo
sereno
con sus destellos gruesos
y negros
es parte nomás del camino
es parte
en parte reflejada
a momentos quieta
a ratos demasiado quieta para respirar

pero respira

la brisa mira
la brisa no avanza y el pan
me sabe a golosina

I wouldn't be allowed to write these verses
if it weren't for the past
for that kerosene kitchen
that other kitchen
my grandmother's maid
hid
behind these walls


TG
2009 06 30