La Llanura

Here you have me.
At times ignited, sometimes happy.
Here I wait for you.
At times generous, sometimes bold.
To the lead of reality.
Beggar of love today I will be.
I wait for you by the lamppost.
I clap to James Brown rumbas.
If you can, better come alone.
If you want me treacherous, I am holy.
If you want me angelic,
the rotten branch of the tree.
I will return.
I will return when the rooster does not eat.
I will return.
I will return when the rooster does not want to eat.
Read me Polybius on the platform
and so we wait for your train
that takes so long.
Better we read Plato.
He does not stop. Read me the Readings
that we both like so much.
A paralytic train is whistling
on the track drawn with a ruler.
To Basiti, the plain.
A flat world like a pinhead.
The wind flies your skirt.
The loudspeaker of the platform saves us.
And now turn around and walk
towards the train that will separate us.
Your gaze moves away behind the window.
I will return.
I will return when the rooster does not eat.
I will return.
I will return when the rooster does not want to eat.
I will arrive with a sack full of needles.
I will arrive walking on a pin.