Thursday, January 11, 2018

Dreaming of Rainy Barcelona

"Estoy aquí, dije, con los perros románticos 
y aquí me voy a quedar."

"I'm here, I said, with the romantic dogs
and here I'm going to stay."

Roberto Bolaño

The sun has disappeared 
down his carafe of daily forgetfulness
and I wander
like a vagrant in a lost myth.

that womb of boundless freedom,
embraces me whole

like an ancient oath.

The dreamer becomes the dream
in the music of her unrepeatable geometry
as strings of pearls leap from the skies

rain drops,
the unfinished verses of poets.

Rapture descending,
each drop a revolution,

the beginning of a childhood.

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