My world_Ebnu

I stop
at the corners of nostalgia
to watch the parade of the snakes
which poisoned me.

I look out
of the veins of the night
and I see all the sad eyes
which have looked at me.

I look around
and I see only reptiles
fighting over the heart
of a rag doll.

I look within
and I see a man
drown himself in the faeces
of a quarter of a century.

Then I undress
and I go out for a coffee,
to love the night
in the solitude of a cemetery.


Traducción de Lucy Frankel and Antonio Martínez Arboleda