Tomada por la fantasÃa
Las noticias son ciertas,
abusada por el tedio, vives
tomada por la fantasÃa.
CruzarÃa la bahÃa caminando
y llegarÃa a ti.
IrÃa llorando.
Si pudiera llorar,
si pudiera llegar,
si mi abrazo antiguo pudiera estrangular el gusano que te roe
la calma.
No hay anestésico posible.
El dolor que antes te abrÃa huecos
es ahora los huecos.
Te salva quien apague una bombilla
a soplos.
Eres un perro que se muerde la cola.
Mejor amordazar al perro,
impedir que nos llene la noche
de sus alaridos lastimeros.
Mejor hacer morir al perro.
A solas.
Muere a solas.
Es justo.
Los demás.
Te queremos.
Tanto.
Duele verte.
AsÃ.
Asà no nos convienes.
No sospechas
que ya te dejo ir sin regreso.
Vivirte sin noticias es más dulce. Repetir de memoria
tu voz de pozo fresco,
el brillito de tus ojos.
No sospecho
que ya me dejaste ir sin regreso,
que prefieres vivirme sin noticias.
Te duele menos
dejarme morir en mi rincón
sin quejas
sin dolientes,
sin que te importe,
abusado por el tedio,
tomado por la fantasÃa.
Taken by Fantasy
The news is true, abused by boredom, you live taken by fantasy. I would cross the bay walking and it would come to you. I would cry. If I could cry, if I could get there, if my old embrace could strangle the worm that eats into your calm. There is no anesthetic possible. The pain that once opened holes is now the holes. It’d save you,  she who can turn off a light bulb with blows. You are a dog that bites its tail. It’s better to gag the dog, to keep her from filling out the night with her pitiful howls. Better kill the dog. Alone. Die alone. It’s fair. The others. We love you. So much. It hurts to see you. Like that. You are not convenient. You do not suspect that I am letting you go without return. Living without news is sweeter. Repeating from memory your voice of fresh well, the little shine of your eyes. I do not suspect that you already let me go without return, that you prefer to live without my news. It hurts you less to let me die in my corner without complaint, without mourners, without your care, abused by boredom, taken by fantasy.