Repetir Las Palabras

So many people have said,
what I’m saying right now.
That repeating the same thing,
is almost a sacrifice.
I only feel okay,
when I look at the lilies,
identical in shape,
but not repeated.

And the kids everywhere,
just like my own child,
with the same innocence,
but not repeated.
And the rainy days,
and the weary suns.
The years of my life,
that were never really mine,
and the air that my eyes
imagine as empty,
and it’s all the sustenance
that I sometimes need.

So many people have said
what I’m saying right now,
and what they’ll say tomorrow
those who are born today.

They’ll say they’re hungry,
they’ll say they’re cold,
or that they’re really happy,
or that it’s all the same.

Repeating the words
without knowing the place,
seems so absurd,
as living in vice,
because there’s no movement,
nor stillness, nor wandering
more cruel than the word
summoned to boredom.
So many people have said,
what I’m saying right now.