The Clothes I wore
While learning to run in my grandma's yard
never ceased to fit me.
Perhaps for my mother,
between the wet socks or
food about to be served
lies the intention
to return to the street and find
her best acquaintances.
It's possible to still find myself
waiting in a grad night,
a theater play, a celebration or
collecting a raffle with her name.
We may never understand
the reason she awaits at the door.
Sometimes looking through the crack and
at times hoping we catch the dog
that ran out to the street,
not knowing how to turn the corner
nor understanding how fortunate it can be.
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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...
