Desaparición de Josefina

Tonight's just another
Cruel vigil after so many months
I wanted to find you in a whisper
Just like so many times before.

In September, blood set fire
To the city you no longer own,
With the waiting, your presence
Became a shadow on the walls.

The bloodthirsty crow breaks
Your returns every Friday,
The crow sows your exiles
In the tracks of the trains.

I don’t know if your absences
Last for years, last for months,
I don’t know where to pin you:
On the roads, or on the platforms.

Maybe one day I had you,
Maybe I lost you without seeing,
Maybe I never opened your door
Or maybe I’ll never close it.

I climbed the tallest bodies,
Bitten a hundred brief nipples,
I found myself in a stranger's arms,
Patrolling another burning clay.

And today time makes me doubt
The certainty of your womb,
With time the calendar
Will die from striking seven.

A rifle that dwells in shadows
Fires at the hounds
And the shadow of a soldier
Kills your shadow and ignites it.