Imagining his dream*

Most of the cities were in ruins when we arrived.
The further north we went
devastation showed the face of horror
in the prominent clavicles of pale children
in the empty looks of the older,
in the barren lands, the dry lakes and the confused animals.

I felt like a tourist in my own latitudes
unable to understand what was happening.
Somebody talked about going South
where the land flourished, the lakes spilled
and the children were tangled frolicking with the animals.

We found a man sitting at the entrance of the prosperous village
He had an imperturbable look and his eyes were set beyond our visual limits.
He seemed oblivious to the voracious stain that was devouring the entire planet,
leaving it wiht only a few weak vital signs.

There was no need to ask him anything
a single gesture of his was enough to understand
that everything we looked at in ecstasy
it was there simply because he had dreamed it so. 

*Poema publicado en la revista International Gallerie, dirigida por Bina Sarkar Ellias (India). 

Los perros de la tristeza

Casas apiñadas
que la mano de un dios
arrojó con desprecio
sobre cerros empobrecidos

se enciman una tras otra
y crecen infinitas
entre escaleras deformes
que se elevan hacia la nada.

En las pendientes, los perros de la tristeza
duermen amarrados
por sus dueños
a algún poste o alambrado

como si les fuera posible
escapar de tanta miseria.