Whenever I visit
Whenever someone visits me
(coming from there), I see their tracks
if still sizzling, if any rest of the summer
crossed borders or fence damaged by immobility
, watch their eyes glaze
the dry atmosphere, I investigate them
if there is fear or just the freshness of the dawn,
when someone visits me (over there)
try to penetrate every gesture, every gesture spanned
, I find
-looking sideways if it narrows sharply
hand, if they sing a serenade
very poor in my village, if the ditch
grows for flood
or for the dead, and suddenly forget
to find out too if I find out if
still burns my deep slumber
of the dry atmosphere, if I'm among the living or dead.
Elvio Romero (Yegros, 1926-Buenos Aires, 2004), "Exile and evening" (1962-1975), His best poems, Editorial El Lector, Asunción, 1996
Photo: Elvio Romero s / d
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