And it was so that i reconciled my thoughts with my dreams of two Saturdays ago.
It was then that I welcomed the abyss while I, at the same time, forced myself to find any valiant and comforting feeling that maybe, just maybe, still hid in a dark passage of my subconscious where, for a while now, my memories had rotten away.
While the irate drops of water futilely pounded on my window I saw you. And you walked with fluidness, as if gliding, so strange and inexplicable through the halls of my serenity piercing the invisible walls that held up airs and moments of my temperance and past encounters.
Then I dedicated myself, with arduous devotion, to love you more than I could imagine. I found new instances to do away with the void and to fill your eyes with water so that a pure and pacified rancor could bloom.
By Sunday you did not exist. Amongst the prayers of saints and martyrs your name lost its charm, its color. The intense orations dragged your intense and phantasmagorical image towards the plenitude of my being. Blessed.
J-Lopez (Dario Mariategui)
Cuernavaca, Mexico
07.28.08
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