Sergio Ortiz
1. Of Illusion
You wrote d e s i r e
in the tablet of my heart.
I walked
for days and days
crazy and sad.
2. Of Night
In the loving night, I grieve.
I pity his secret, my secret,
I interrogate him in my blood for a long, long time.
He doesn’t answer
and does like my mother, who closes her eyes without listening to me.
3. Of Goodbyes
It's not to be said.
It comes to our eyes,
to our hands. Trembles, resists.
You say you'll wait―you wait― from then until …