My mirror is
In front of us
The same you used
To hide from
Every time
We came across it
But now
You’re looking to it
You’re looking forward to it
To see what it says
And it says nothing
And you feel relieved
About the nothingness
And I’m so sad
That you’re so glad
You’re finally
Getting it, dear
What’s left is left
It’s a slice of bread
Chewed in
Your mouth
You’ve been
Swallowing it
Since we met
Hoping
You’d like it
Some day
But bread is bread
My dear friend
And it wouldn’t change
Not even
In December
Not even
On a Thursday
Not even
For a whim
The coziest whim
In September

Yo a veces
Me pongo en tu lugar
Y nos consuelo
Nos abrazo

Nos acaricio
El tobillo
Con soltura
El brazo, el antebrazo

En un dibujo
Hilarante
Nos trazo

Con tus manos
Nos acuesto
Nos acuno
Nos mezo

Amiga,
La literatura
Es excepcional
Nos explico
Nos repaso

Nos reúno
Nos retazo

Nos
queda tan grande