Friday, September 10, 2004

Hay un jarrón blanco, vacío en la mesa.
Nadie lo ha visto y pinta para buen cuadro.
En esas paredes azules hubo sonrisas atrapadas.
Ese mantel verde, cubre un único pie, cansado.
Debió haber una ventana a la izquierda.
La casa está en silencio y la luz es poca.
Nadie está para limpiarla.

Hay un jarrón roto en la mesa.
Quiera sea la vida una y buena.
       Anaán Betén


Today ended a cycle, I had a 'no' as answer and some people might believe it's fine, just because at least it is finally over. Am I in numb? Probably, but whatever it could be, I don't feel so sad, compared to a previous experience. I do wish many things, because I certainly believed I had some sort of click relationship. It passed before I knew, I did it fully aware of the risk... It's futile to try to describe a scene here. I feel that I played my cards, even with some security. And what's next? Nothing. I need to wash myself a bit.

2 Comments:

Blogger David said...

Another post that I can't understand.

6:49 PM  
Blogger Guillermo said...

I'm sorry Jaime, but this time it's a very personal post. Don't think anyone will be able to read through the poem. About the rant below, what needs to be explained? I was rejected.

11:07 PM  

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