Wetting ourselves with a glass in the garden's bathtub,
feeling what we couldn't feel while we missed the outing,
our claiming act on the chlorine's favor
that we would swallow every Saturday at the pool side.
Anyone could be a rebel at that age.
Abandoning the soup on the table
'til the fats exhale,
'til the flies sail on it,
flipping with a synchronized swim.
Taking the tongue out
confident that no one would take it in,
Jumping from a window with
the joy of being in a casual rush.
No one understood what "Anticretico" meant
Remember?
It was in the clothes rack that we learned to hang our shirts by its neckline,
to see ourselves running through a blanket or a smock,
to lift the face with closed eyes.
Then,
growing up lessened our time in the courtyard,
a rage to scale down everything,
the times we preferred to return by bus
and to wash our clothes and leave them outside
all night long, all day long
and one more night.
YOU ARE READING
Distentio Animi
PoetryWithin 2011-2014 I wrote a set of poems that in time became a Spanish manuscript called "Talón", part of a three book serial (Talón - Planta - Punta) which was meant to be published simultaneasly, however, the impossibility to finish the manuscript...
