from the article: Translated from the Spanish by Janet N. Gold
Homeless
I come, I go. And then I think. That it’s all the same here or there. There is no place gained. That here, like there. I am what people call a “stranger.” And like a stranger I will come and go. Until here like there. Neither I nor anyone will be.
The Presence Denied
I always felt sorry for he who did not know how to love me… I was born to distant stars alone at dawn… My wings are useless on earth’s shores. You are a small man and cannot reach my flight.