The dream that doesn’t feed on dream vanishes
I want because of what I wanted, and what I wanted, I wouldn’t want again.
Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.
There are pains that have lost their memory and don’t remember why they are painful.
There are those fallen who don’t get up so as not to fall again.
We don’t forgive being as we are.
At the last moment, my whole life will last a moment.
—translated from the Spanish by Gonzalo Melchor