by Manuel Iris
To Pat Brennan and his students
One is from the places
that he has arrived,
from the language
in which he can’t dream
and one day it happens
and he wakes up wondering
which one is now his house
when there is always a heart
elsewhere.
One comes from the streets
that never are the same when he returns.
One comes from the moment
in which he decided to leave
and from that other one
in which he realizes
that everything departs.
That it is impossible to stay, even if you stay.
That it is impossible, even if you come back, to be back.
I write a verse
that is like a farewell
and I point at it:
I am from here.
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Translated by Manuel Iris and Pat Brennan





