actoúnico

Una cucaracha recorre el jardín húmedo
de mi chambre y circula por entre las botellas
vacías:
la miro a los ojos y veo tus dos ojos
azules, madre mía.
Y cantas, cantas por las noches parecida a la locura,
velas
con tu maldición para que no me caiga dormido,
para que no me olvide
y esté despierto para siempre frente a tus
dos ojos
azules, madre mía.

de Leopoldo María Panero - “Poesía” 1970 - 1985

from The Color of Pomegranate

from The Color of Pomegranate

“Life is in ourselves and not in the external. To be a human being among human beings, and remain one forever, no matter what misfortunes befall, not to become depressed, and not to falter–this is what life is, herein lies its task.”– Fyodor Dostoevsky, in a letter to his brother after his arrest and sentencing for his membership in a radical political group, December 22, 1849