Conundrum
I am writing to you from my present, which is now your past.
My present is the endless nights in front of a bonfire in the desert. Black
lights, white shadows. I am coming to find you. I already know that this is
your past, because although you are here with me, I know that you aren't. Your
world now is the memory of these moments of my present that are already part of
your past. And although we are both in front of this endless bonfire, your eyes
tell me that I am already part of what is not there.
Misterio
Te escribo desde mi presente, que ahora es tu pasado. Mi
presente son las noches interminables frente a una hoguera en el desierto.
Luces negras, sombras blancas. Vengo a buscarte. Ya sé que este es tu pasado,
porque aunque estás aquí conmigo, sé que no lo estás. Tu mundo ahora es el
recuerdo de estos momentos de mi presente que ya son parte de tu pasado. Y
aunque los dos estemos frente a esta hoguera sin fin, tus ojos me dicen que ya
soy parte de lo que no está ahí.
