Cartagena (Chile)

Oh! Cartagena,
Esqueleto de ciudad
Ruinas de humanidad
El misterio de tu costa;
Por qué te han abandonado
Tus hijos?

Llenos de esperanzas
Han cambiado tus
Aires maravillosos
Tus olas fieles
El laberinto de tus calles
Un cielo lleno de estrellas
Por la promesa de plata
Y una nube de humo

No pretendo entenderles o no
Por algo se han marchado
Ahora sólo queda
La juventad, la vejez
Y el mar que, incansable, se renueva.

exhausted

i live in a world of nostalgia
in memories - ego - of things
once present
coming and going
looking for something with
eyes closed;
censoring

back to a different square
where things are not quite the same
and i am reluctant to
use the word "i."

as soon as i think of the future,
i see images of the past
and when i remember things past,
i project them into the future,
which leaves me feeling as if i had
a very busy day
of running back and forth.