Aleyda Quevedo Rojas

That´s what I am

inaccessible eyes

heart without a place

My small body

bandaged with painted cloths

My head

doubly wounded begs for pity

Poor me

accompanied by mongooses

traveling across the immense expanse of the Kalahari

welded to the natural sadness of the world

The arid land

is a variation on pain

Ancient sand dunes

insensible to pleas and suffering

My hidden heart

a dryness that inflames

this salty place

Expanse without age

Scarlet magma

like the death of a body

My trail across the desert

will lead me to my brother

who today rests

dressed in green roses.