August 2010
8 posts
past (pablo neruda)
we have to discard the pastand, as one buildsfloor by floor, window by window,and the building rises,so do we go on throwing downfirst, broken tiles,then pompous doors,until out of the pastdust risesas if to crashagainst the floor,smoke risesas if to catch fire,and each new dayit gleamslike an emptyplate.there is nothing, there is always nothing.it has to be filledwith a new, fruitfulspace,then...
