Graciela

Graciela yesterday recommended
postponing my solution:
for now, I should keep
this reason
that hurt
my heart,
because I had to wait to feel
the weight of this endless void.
But, what insistence
if I no longer dream!
Nor feel the pulse
of the night.

Graciela: the fact of death
is in my brow with love
because I go only like a bridge
that serves as much
as a step
to another region
that everyone passes through
without stopping to live
for me.
With that sign
how to turn back
and walk my back
that wears out under the sun.

For if death
is what is coming
we must occupy
that distance
in which it will arrive.
Let it not surprise us
before it ends.
You see Graciela:
that is the fate
of the one who watches over
for their good
or for their bad.