Landscape for Carlos Villagra Marsal

Here begins the natural South.
I don't know if the works are finished
that love and the wind make,
twining themselves together.

I don't know the limits
for this life, living
naming you.
I would like to go to the North
leaving you,
to leave this way
the bodily being.

But the veiled flower
the sweet invented language
and your presence here,
leave me to be
before the South.