Ya Basta
Nowadays, until Time and Times
end, I smoke ashes, lament red
earth, and never stare at the sun again.
Before, I was the lip of the spoon,
quivering worse than the beasts of winter,
and always, ceremoniously, lived off the land.
After, when civilizations mechanists fed
me excuses, I promised towering spirits
more pages, and learned to speak Spanish.













