Mario Rivero (Colombia)

Por: Mario Rivero
Traductor: Constante Lardas


Love is something that comes and heats you up
once. And only for one instant,
-if it comes at all-.
And after this habit of heat,
once again, Ah! It leaves us dying alone.

In these silences! This abandoning yourself
to be transported beyond the counter tops

  of the bars,

and beyond good and evil.

Love is a puncture. An odor that disappears,


and tell us -I was here-.
-fragrant flowering woad- in the rare and tenuous

  sensation of perfuming,

in the already empty room-


Última actualización: 26/06/2021