31 diciembre, 2017

207: ALGUIEN VINO, Y LUEGO SE FUE



...
God must be a season, granma said, looking out the blizzard
drowning her garden.
My footsteps on the sidewalk were the smallest flights.
Dear God, if you are a season, let it be the one I passed through
to get here.
Here. That's all I wanted to be.
I promise.

(fragmento final de "Notebook Fragments", de Ocean Vuong ->)