Saudade
Israel Centeno
My sadness today
wear the
common color
of those who have been passing away
Is not universal
does not edify the soul
my sadness run my eyes over the necklaces
of my dogs that have gone
My sadness dress graffitis and nostalgia of
my most beloved poets
my sadness is not militant
My grief is politically useless.
My sadness carries over me
the cities I love and doesn’t love me
the mountains and oceans I won’t see
My sadness goes with el budare in a straw hut on the road East of my home country
It’s wearing the dresses
is a blues,
wears the rags attire
of prejudices
The impossibility of friendship
The impossible love
unscratchable beauty,
the forbidden kiss sang de los boleros
every minute
every second
every flesh and soul
Tick-tock
My sadness