- Prefacio
- el amor de nuevo
- Don Ciro
- My foso
- Feliz Navidad, Pasqual !
- El tìo Pascual
- a mi vieja que se fue
- La hoja de iguera
- El debut
- Mi mamà Loka
- Mi perro
- La vigilia de Navidad de Gino
[…]
I come nearer.
I rest my knees on the pillow.
I put the vase on the table.
I place the spoon very well
on the saucer
and with a white tablecloth
hand embroidered
I slowly pass the cup.
Then I bow so deeply
that with my fingertips and chin
I reach the floor.
Then you touch your chin
with two fingers
you caress your pointed beard
and continue so with a very slow rhythm:
“Even if you have short crooked legs”.
[…]
“when you’ve finished pouring the tea
you can come with me!”
And as I had placed the teabag
in the kettle
you yelled at me
[…]
“But I’m afraid of death!”
First you look at the alarm clock
Then my ankle:
“What a bore!
What rashness!
You are more here than there
And you didn’t even notice!
You’ll see
That when you are completely here
You won’t think about it anymore!”
“Well then, viva death and viva the cemetery!”
[…]