Note of a Farewell
Robert Capa would say
In order to take the same photograph
you need the same source of light.
Time and latitude.
The nearest distance.
The images that you keep
Are different from those
I will carry with me in life.
God’s Wars
I have seen an Iraqi father
holding his small child.
They cried of sadness and fear.
I stopped wondering about this wretched world.
And my comfort bled
the way some pictures of Vietnam
or a fallen cop in Lima do.
The inequity of God
preying on human kind.
Reproach
Should one day your husband go to sea
and wisdom or oblivion take my wife
I would be.
With you.
The hope that life unfolds differently.
With you.
And my heart, veiled, secret.
Writes to you.
Should Life mistake destinies
(Then)
With you.
In the Time of Farewells
I lost it all. My numbers, your letters, my limits. All the notebooks, the pleasant drowsiness of a smile, the light, your face. I lost. Honestly, simply, and silently. But I learned of freedom and of resilience. When a woman leaves, a trace of rust remains. And a glittering flower that I keep in a drawer and time.