Maria Del Carmen Paiva

SADNESS
.

It is sufficient.

It's already fainted

--that accidental word

that usually sketches itself out in farewells,

and that you bring since who knows when;

or perhaps

it came close

one day

and started the bad habit of nurturing it.

.

Time wears out things,

and although you keep on under those separate stars

and the sun, with its overflowing wings of sulphur,

you keep on living in spite of all this

and what has already happened.

You deserve the name that life gives you

with its unforeseen and unknown impulse.