We have loved so many things together
that it is difficult to love them apart.
They seem to have gone away suddenly
or that love were like an ant
climbing the slopes of heaven.

We have lived so much abyss together
that without you, everything seems surface,
orbit of simulations slipping,
tension without extension,
watch of bodies without presence.

We have wandered so much without moving
that the journeys now unhook
like useless warm clothes,
Motion and rest have become detached
like degrees of two different temperatures.

We have had so much loss of nothing
that the habit persists and turns round
and now everything is gain of the nothing.
Time becomes anti time
because you do not think it anymore.

We have been quiet and talked so much together
that even to be quiet and talk are two acts of treason,
two substances without justification,
two subtitles.

We have searched all,
We have found all,
We have left all.

Only they did not give us time
to find the eye of your death,
only to leave that out, too.

By ROBERTO JUARROZ

(from Poesía Vertical (IV - 25)