Alli
Ismael Serrano
There
There, where I want to return, so many things were left behind.
Where have I ended up? On what island have I shipwrecked?
There I ran after a skirt that fled in terror.
What became of that girl? I still remember
following her steps attentively, hiding in the darkness
of an uninhabited corner. There I would like to return often.
There was a universe and a toy prison.