homeless wind
estoy desnudo.
dueño de nada, dueño de nadie,
ni siquiera dueño de mis certezas,
soy mi cara en el viento, a contraviento,
y soy el viento que me golpea en la cara.
eduardo galeano
at airports I am the traveler
searched several times
random check they tell me
but I do not travel
nowhere
I tell them
I do not even go
I do not even return
I am not barbel fish in extinction
neither am I a spell which will determine
your directions
they seek and search my bags
but I have nothing
which will throw a shade on their fears
they ask me where do I go
but me neither I do not know
which is the hotel address
what does the invitation letter say
or do I have a return ticket they ask
I am a fish on a dry soil
I tell them I want to move away
but I am scared
can’t you see
I do not have north neither south
I am the runway excavated from your royal land
and yet I am the absence of land
I am the hourglass of your time
which you cannot wait to trickle
nor to seep you
but you still seek for the crumbly time
to take you back
to your royal beginnings