THE WAR
Who remembers love afterwards . . .
in the swelling of the setting sun?
The positions were already set.
A war between wind and the end of the world.
The one who has no space at all
comes to his fate at the palings.
Without water
Without a boat.
The boat without mountains,
Without rowing, pursuing pumas.
The family of that girl was far, far off.
Desolate, drunk from the river and without children.
How to cling to the one
who divides the portions of the earth?
Girl of time.
In her own eyes, her beauty was in vain,
but she put it on.
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The cicadas of that warm afternoon were singing:
She, who will not forget her land
for anyone other than her children.