DISAPPEARED (MARIO BENEDETTI)
They are somewhere / arranged
puzzled / deaf
looking for / looking for us
blocked by the signs and doubts
contemplating the gates of the squares
the doorbells / the old roofs
ordering their
dreams your forgetfulness
maybe convalescing from his private death
nobody has explained them with certainty
if they left or if not
if they are banners or tremors
survivors or responsos
they see pass trees and birds
and they ignore to what shadow they belong
when I start
to disappear
three five seven ceremonies ago
to disappear like without blood
as faceless and without reason
they saw through the window of his absence
what was left behind / that scaffolding
of hugs sky and smoke
when they started to disappear
as the oasis in l
the mirages
to disappear without final words
they had the pieces in their hands
of things they wanted
they are somewhere / cloud or grave
they are somewhere / I’m sure
there in the south of the soul
it is possible that they have lost the compass
and today wander
asking
where the fuck is good love
because they come from hate