Un poema de Leopoldo Emperador. 1983.

Like the snake

who’s lost on the desert,

I break rocks….

     Brain …

in the seventh drink.

Her breath on crystalline ideas.

Like lost noises

in a deep starry sky,

in the depth.

Even so,

I don’t want to begin to lose

your skin,

your breath

Through the looking-glass,

through the time…

Almost falling down between …