There\'s a man
in my blood
whom I don\'t quite remember
They tell me his name
as if pointing to a wound
and I remain silent
because the wound is me
Miguel
uncle of wine
and ownerless banks
Were you a shadow or a promise?
Did you give yourself over to the abyss
or were you swallowed up by the laughter of others?
The squares dream of you
they sleep with your bones
the cardboard in your cradle
the bottle, your gospel
and I,
your last believer
I saw you once
in the mist left by tears
you smoked words as if they hurt
as if they were yours
I too hide
from clean words
I too resemble
what everyone denies
what hurts without crying
Miguel, I miss you
without having reached you
I name you
like someone praying
with their mouth sewn shut
maybe
I was only
your unborn dream
or maybe
you are my death
that has not yet arrived.