A Love Poem for the Mederano Circus Acrobat
“I came to the Circus Tent I saw her brother brushing
A horses’ mane, her mother reading a Magazine
Which on its cover flashed joy in the corner of the eye
Of Sofia Loren”
״The sealed can of memory
It’s mother’s smell
As if she hasn’t been wearing out
the nightgowns of her soul
for thirty years now…״
The Third Child
“I’m your unknown child.
I’m the negative
between your two blue-eyed children
who radiate against my darkness…”
“She hides behind me
and I’m ashamed of her.
The world’s blinks
are needles up to scratch the skin.
You must love her
I tell myself at night
as is, with all of her flaws
you are her mother
and I’m incapable…”