could live with half of what I have and still
I would be superfluous than necessary.
could eat without seasoning, set aside
fats, carbohydrates and
the programs that talk about the universe.
I can give visual stimuli,
stop watching the clouds, forever
close the curtains.
not return to play a grass clippings,
and sleep only two hours a day.
not return to the doctor,
not return home,
and burn any flag
not justify my memory.
Leave at the time the afternoon,
and everything will go marching slowly
until the latter is a dry sound of silence
door or striking against the walls.
indicate a final sigh from the bottom
to all:
/ least one storm,
storm bittersweet return
storm moves and kills
curfew all
feeling to return in last
the same dead empty,
a cold sidewalk slabs
always waited for me /
Edison Díaz
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