Saturday, June 18, 2005

43

I am with you.
But over your shoulder
I am told good bye by your hand that walks away
So I restrain my hand
For it not to betray us as well.
And I insist:
I am with you.
Then the irrefutable titles of good bye
abandon their rights temporarily
And our hands allay
In the equidistance of being together.

Roberto Juárroz.

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