Tu Espalda
Luciano Pereyra
Your Back
I'm leaving
to travel your back
as if I were taking a stroll.
It's the only street I don't know,
even though I've walked it.
But it assures me
the joy of knowing
that, at least,
I'm alive.
And if upon returning
there's a corner left
unexplored,
my hands will be right
to touch and caress
every light and shadow
that inhabit it.
It must be
that my walk on your back
is mandatory,
like that street in my neighborhood
that is never forgotten.
And if upon returning
there's a corner left...
It must be
that my walk on your back
