sit in the back seats
on the bus.
My school fees were paid
-in exchange they gave you a nice ticket made of
light blue paper-, I almost ran to the back,
I reached the side of a window
and even if it rained I would open it so that the wind
would loosen my skin,
promising my mom that I would not touch the
branches of the trees that passed by,
a random hole and you would jump
as if struck by lightning,
and it was a matter of passing by any car
to receive the grimace.
Years went by,
today I am close to fifty,
mom is no longer here
with me
on earth, so many things have changed that
I seem to inhabit another world.
Sitting in the back seats on the
bus continues to be an adventure
that I cannot give up, perhaps this exercise is
what gives me coherence, what
makes it possible for me to
continue being me.