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In the sixty-eight years
I have lived
there are a few electrical instants:
the happiness of my feet
skipping puddles 5
six hours in Macchu Pichu
the ten minutes necessary
to lose my virginity
the buzzing of the telephone
while awaiting the death of my mother 10
the hoarse voice
announcing the death
of Monsignor Romero
fifteen minutes in Delft
the first wail of my daughter 15
I don’t know how many years
dreaming of my people’s liberation
certain immortal deaths
the eyes of that starving child 20
your eyes bathing me with love
one forget-me-not afternoon
and in this sultry hour
the urge to mould myself
into a verse
a shout 25
a fleck of foam.