Cucurrucucu paloma
Cucurrucucu no llores
–Tomás Méndez
Don’t cry, Paloma, don’t cry
there is no beginning
and no ending
but one eternal
moment
unblessed, uncursed,
unaware of itself
just like you
at the edge of
consciousness
dreaming of stolen
worlds you never knew
Don’t cry, Paloma, don’t cry
everything passes
even the passing passes
until only a thing
that might be a memory
elusive, winking in
and out of existence
just like you
remains, or does it?
Don’t cry, Paloma, don’t cry,
it’s only your dream
from which you will
never wake.
exiles child 