28 ene 2005

VISION (Concha García)

Nothing is more irritating than to hear water in a drain
on a night of insomnia. Salamanders emerge
from cracks in sewers and the remains of the foam
of people brushing their teeth are mixed with the water
of a pipe. The water in the conduits of an entire city,
with remains of saliva, goes out to sea tonight.
I live close to the outlet, I know that yesterday
you were here and I lean out the window
imagining the water with which you rinsed
in a wave.

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