With which words should I plead for one more dance? Oh, in what language? If I had known of your depths, of that dark crevice, would I have gone? Would I have slipped? And now I must remain at surface. Sometimes I think it was the best moment experienced here, soemtimes I think the worst. Sometimes I think if given the opportunity, I would take that pipe once more. But then I would be stopped, by a force much greater; and that is my will to leave, and never sink again. To leave and forget. To leave these cold afternoons behind, these silent voices that sound and sound. To leave this hollow indent behind. Let it wash in time’s waves, and never turn back to see it go. I want it gone, washed, I want it no more. Let it end, the smoke rings, the language, my shaking chest at my self image in the mirror. Let it end. Let it end, my collapsed strengths. Let it end, this timeless lock, this faceless day. Will you not let me spin above a floor of meaning, before a hall of people. No, you cannot kill this love for life. I will leave you, I will forget. Your marks will wash away with a shore’s sand.
~~Letters, oh letters, I wish you spoke of truth.~~
Today I have been smelling everything. From Bariloche, to Tucuman, to hazy places and times I cannot even bring to mind.
3 de Octubre, 2007
pao
