Soledades

Ellos tienen razón
esa felicidad
al menos con mayuscula no existe
ah pero si existiera con minúscula
sería semejante a nuestra breve
presoledad
después de la alegría viene la soledad
después de la plenitud viene la soledad
después del amor viene la soledad
ya sé que es una pobre deformación
pero lo cierto es que en ese durable minuto
uno se siente solo en el mundo
sin asideros
sin pretextos

sin abrazos

sin rencores

sin las cosas que unen o separan
y en esa sola manera de estar solo
ni siquiera uno se apiada de uno mismo
los datos objetivos son como sigue
hay diez centímetros de silencio
entre tus manos y mis manos
una frontera de palabras no dichas
entre tus labios y mis labios
y algo que brilla así de triste
entre tus ojos y mis ojos
claro que la soledad no viene sola
si se mira por sobre el hombro mustio
de nuestras soledades
se verá un largo y compacto imposible
un sencillo respeto por terceros o cuartos
ese percance de ser buena gente
después de la alegría
después de la plenitud
después del amor
viene la soledad
conforme
pero
qué vendrá después
de la soledad
a veces no me siento
tan solo
si imagino
mejor dicho si sé
que más allá de mi soledad
y de la tuya
otra vez estás vos
aunque sea preguntándote a solas
qué vendrá después
de la soledad.

A "Thank You" Note

There is much I owe
to those I do not love.
The relief in accepting
they are closer to another.
Joy that I am not
the wolf to their sheep.
My peace be with them
for with them I am free,
and this, love can neither give,
nor know how to take.
I don't wait for them
from window to door.
Almost as patient
as a sun dial,
I understand
what love does not understand.
I forgive
what love would never have forgiven.
Between rendezvous and letter
no eternity passes,
only a few days or weeks.
My trips with them always turn out well.
Concerts are heard.
Cathedrals are toured.
Landscapes are distinct.
And when seven rivers and mountains
come between us,
they are rivers and mountains
well known from any map.
It is thanks to them
that I live in three dimensions,
in a non-lyrical and non-rhetorical space,
with a shifting, thus real, horizon.
They don't even know
how much they carry in their empty hands.
"I don't owe them anything",
love would have said
on this open topic.

I'm going in

When my lifetime had just ended
And my death had just begun
I told you Id never leave you
But I knew this day would come
Give me blood for my blood wedding
I am ready to be born
I feel new
As if this body were the first Id ever worn
I need straw for the straw fire
I need hard earth for the plow
Don't ask me to reconsider
I am ready to go now
I'm going in Im going in
This is how it starts
I can see in so far
But afterwards we always forget
Who we are
I'm going in Im going in
I can stand the pain
And the blinding heat
'Cause I won't remember you
The next time we meet
You'll be making the arrangements
You'll be trying to set me free
Not a moment for the meeting
I'll be busy as a bee
You'll be talking to me
But I just won't understand
I'll be falling by the wayside
You'll be holding out your hand
Don't you tempt me with perfection
I have other things to do
I didn't burrow this far in
Just to come right back to you
I'm going in Im going in
I have never been so ugly
I have never been so slow
These prison walls get closer now
The further in I go
I'm going in Im going in
I like to see you from a distance
And just barely believe
And think that
Even lost and blind
I still invented love
Im going in
Im going in
Im going in