MEMORIAS DE LA BRISA EN EL PATIO

Yamilet Perez Aragon

Looking for someone—anyone Curtains over doorways sway reminding me of the emptiness Is it inside me or is nobody home? How do I describe the things that my country understands without words The air tells the adobe walls of my grandmother’s house winter is coming and it will not be kind Look up

Brick by brick

Night soon

Look down

Stone to stone

Don’t step on the cracks Lejos se oye El circo ambulante a llegado al rancho