Old love is like a veil, part sunk in the ground, part swaying in air. One can neither wrap it around oneself nor carry it along. Its shadow wavers on the sands of time.
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Excerpts from “NOW, NOW, LOUISON”
Creating ambushes, hunting traps, to catch a little bit of love, that’s how you spend your time.
“She decides to flee in another language,” “Liquid” and “Spelling in the dark”
The last time I saw you / you looked like a sigh lost / in the pages of some comic.
“A Memory,” “El Viejo Son Oscuro,” and “Sonnets To The Rain”
Happiness keeps quiet, like the child
playing in the corner, lost in her game.
