WHILE EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART

EMMANUEL DUNAND/AFP

There is life under the rubble

The smell of death pierces the imagination

¿The senses?

Who can sleep to the sound of the shells

¿Am I a nuclear target?

So much money has been invested in missiles.

 (Instead of books...)

 I once walked these streets

Crumbling today

¿Why must we sleep

in a trench?

Which we now call home.

A window.

-No water, No food. 

We hide.

To go out means facing a certain death.

At least we'll be bombed here.

And maybe we won't reach that awareness

That means to look straight ahead

At the gun that shoots at you.

 Do you want to know what I'm thinking while the end comes? 

Just to close the eyes

And open them again.

 There

Infinity passes.

 There is no power to bend.

Nor to resist.

Only to cover yourself with a blanket. You cannot spend your energy

In obfuscation and lamentation.

It's wasted time.

You give yourself to contemplation

To watch carefully

While everything is falling apart.

                                                                                                Karim Quiroga - La Escritora Mutante 

Camila Mejía H. (Translator)