Qué Andarás Haciendo
Ismael Serrano
What Will You Be Doing
What will you be doing now,
all tangled up on the couch,
drawing constellations in the gaps
of the frames still to be hung.
What will you be doing now,
turning off the living room lights,
perhaps trying on a new dress,
planning an escape, to see the sea.
And I sharpening moons, lost in the hotel,
finding your caresses in the toiletry bag.
And I searching for you in the blue bathroom mirror,
in the tired clothes of the wardrobe.
What will you be doing now,
tired watching television,
keeping my peace and my portraits,
the habit of sleeping on the left side.
What will you be doing now,
cursing the light, the first sun,
beautiful with swollen eyelids,
watering the plants, all the memories.
And I removing dry leaves from the bed,
dreaming of you underwater.
And I remembering I forgot to hang the laundry,
wondering what you'll be doing now.
