por carracuca

Me obsesionan los títulos así que me compré This Is How You Lose Her, de Junot Díaz. Y, en la primera página, este poema:

Okay, we didn’t work, and all
memories to tell you the truth aren’t good.
But sometimes there were good times.
Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep
beside me and never dreamed afraid.

There should be stars for great wars
like ours

(Sandra Cisneros)

Lo releo varias veces los días siguientes. Hoy lo encontré completo. La continuación es:

There ought to be awards
and plenty of champagne for the survivors.

After all the years of degradations,
the several holidays of failure,
there should be something
to commemorate the pain.

Someday we’ll forget that great Brazil disaster.
Till then, Richard, I wish you well.
I wish you love affairs and plenty of hot water,
and women kinder than I treated you.
I forget the reason, but I loved you once,
remember?

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