Goodbye
Youth
By:
Rodolfo Perez
There’s
a breeze I feel.
It
kisses my neck and I turn,
But
there is nothing there.
A
soothing voice calls me,
It
graces my ears with its familiarity,
But
there is no one speaking to me.
The
warmth of an embrace I grasp.
It
envelopes me, and I reach out,
But
my arms wrap around nothing.
I
open my eyes, and I see a ghost.
It
looks like me.
It
smiles a smile all to intimate,
And
all too forgotten.
-
-
I
close my eyes.
I
say,
“Con
la mandíbula de un burro,
He
hecho burros de ellos.
Con
la quijada de un burro,
He
matado a mil hombres.”
-
-
I
have lost my youth,
But
I am not old.
I
have lost my innocence,
But
I am not bitter.
I
have lost my anticipation for the better,
But
I am not unhappy.
I
am breathing,
I
am alive,
And
I am trying.
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