To Anna H. Brown
I lost these poems.
I wrote them
around
ten years ago.
Poems as brummie walls
Friendly poems
To a friend of my,
Santiago,
and to his japanese love.
To my own walls:
Green sweater and
Grey pants.
Poems as a power
Against the chilly
Winter
Against distance
From every place.
Against solitude.
After several years
I never understood
The States.
I never felt it
I never tested it
Out of Anna
Far from Anna
Whitout Anna.
Grey my pants
And green my sweater
And very cold inside.
Anna Hunt Brown, en Boston (MA), extraordinaria amiga 100% norteamericana y 101% universal.