REACTION
Para Thomas Loomis
Para Thomas Loomis
Hace algunos años
tuve unos zapatos
como esos,
del color del
insomnio.
Estos zapatos
me esperaban
en el frío de la
noche
como dos cuervos.
Un día mi hermano
Miró la etiqueta
y me dijo:
“Estos zapatos
fueron hechos
en los talleres
del sudor y la
sangre.”
Aun así estos
zapatos me llevaron
de un país a otro
de asalto a otro.
A veces a mis
zapatos
les entró el odio
como el agua
de los charcos
que no pueden cerrar
los ojos
les entraron
las ganas de caminar
y caminamos
hambrientos
por días, hasta
hasta llegar
a la casa de la
razón.
A veces esos
zapatos hicieron
escándalo
y patearon
puertas
y armarios
como los cascos
de un caballo
enfermo de sí mismo
esos zapatos
patearon cajas
y libros,
todo lo que tuvo
las huellas
de los hombres.
En las noches
en las que no puedo
apagar las luces
de mis ojos
en las que sigo
hablando
y hablando
siento que todavía
tengo puestos
esos zapatos
tercos
insomnes
siento
que todavía tengo
puestos esos zapatos
y sigo caminando
y caminando
como un incendio
viejo
como árbol sin
raíces
en el mundo.
REACTION
For Thomas Loomis
For Thomas Loomis
Years ago
I had shoes
I had shoes
like these
with the colors
of insomnia.
These shoes
waited for me
in the night’s cold
with the colors
of insomnia.
These shoes
waited for me
in the night’s cold
like two crows.
One day my brother
look at their label
and said:
"These shoes
were made
in workshops of
sweat and blood. "
Yet these
shoes took me
from one country to another
from one storm to another.
Sometimes,
hate entered my shoes
like water from puddles
that cannot close their eyes.
The urgency to walk
and walk
One day my brother
look at their label
and said:
"These shoes
were made
in workshops of
sweat and blood. "
Yet these
shoes took me
from one country to another
from one storm to another.
Sometimes,
hate entered my shoes
like water from puddles
that cannot close their eyes.
The urgency to walk
and walk
entered my shoes,
hungry
for days
until we got
to the house of reason.
hungry
for days
until we got
to the house of reason.
Sometimes those
shoes made
scandals
and kicked
doors
and cabinets
like hooves
shoes made
scandals
and kicked
doors
and cabinets
like hooves
of a horse sick of
himself.
Those shoes
kicked boxes
and books,
and all things
kicked boxes
and books,
and all things
that had
traces of man
traces of man
On nights
when I cannot
turn off the lights
when I cannot
turn off the lights
of my eyes,
and I talk
and I talk
and I talk
in the dark,
I feel
that I still have
I feel
that I still have
those shoes on,
stubborn,
sleepless
stubborn,
sleepless
shoes.
I feel
that I still have
those shoes on,
and I walk,
and I walk,
like an old fire,
like a tree without roots
in the world.
and I walk,
and I walk,
like an old fire,
like a tree without roots
in the world.
