By Lucas Regazzi

I want to write you a poem every day until my hand breaks (…)

I wanted to tell you that it’s my birthday on Thursday
and I would have wanted you to
give me the gift of your guts on the floor, one last time,
to see if you still had it in you.
I hope our ghosts aren’t eating you alive.
If I’m to speak for myself, I’ll tell you that
the universe is twice as big as we think it is
and you’re the only one that made that idea
less devastating.

Potser i només potser

Potser i només potser, som un gra d’arena entre la infinitat de dunes que cobreixen la terra.
Potser som aquells peus que lluiten per mantenir el pas ferm. O aquells ulls que aparten la mirada per esquivar el dolor; sense saber que el dolor no es fora, es dins.
Potser i només potser, aquest és el significat de la vida. Ser un mar en continu moviment o un jonc torçant-se amb cada tempesta; romanent fidel a les seves arrels.