Passed away few cities and
your hand-writings letters.
Three Popes, two twin towers,
Afghanistan, Ukraine and the Islamic state.
Presidents, governors, Russians and deputies.
Several plazas de Mayo^.
A tsunami, intifadas and
third parties naked bodies.
Your photo FujiFilm that came to me
by post and I marked on my album
with a black pencil.
Calls ‘up and down‘ after
diner from public telephones.
The night I did not travel
and I betrayed you in Cordoba.
The forgetfulness that does not happen
with you Cecilia.
Barcelona where I fell short of
enough therapy to be able
cry on your sofa bed.
New York where we sat
on the floor of that cute bookstore
This infinite bus in which
I can not sleep and
I am writing to your future.
The anxiety that in minutes
and not years we’ll see each other again.
And tomorrow will pass when I will
finally return to you, between glasses of wine*
and what did not happen yet.
(Killing all poetry, it did not happen+++)
^ Plaza where demonstrations are held in Argentina
+ Year of the Great Jubilee (2000)
* Mendoza Argentina
+++ That was the night I meet Camila https://ristretto230.com/2018/01/30/camila-redemption-spanish/
Text & picture © Guillermo G. Schiava D’Albano – firstname.lastname@example.org
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