El Sur Del Sur

In the south of the south
there is a place that is forgotten,
that is closed like a trunk

the wind
crosses the street seeking shelter
and there are no witnesses in the south of the south

"don't go
the road is not good..."
-they tell me-
"don't go
it's not worth it..."

the time
in the south of the south, has stopped,
has been distracted with who knows what

and the air
is actually a gelatin
so crystalline that it can't be seen.
"don't go
the road doesn't exist,
don't say later:
you didn't warn me"

"don't lose
your place at the table",
-they tell me-
"don't go,
who cares?"

if there were in total
two places,
it would be the second one,
the end of the world,
the south of the south.