FEBRUARY

She picks up the phone

and the world goes around

voices dispersing between doubts and fears

voices that call her from a far

and the words are a fragile bridge of madness

towards flickering faces

of the nigth

Like the lights of a city not yet invented

whose streets she wonders by memory,

then the lights begin to dim

But the voices still exist in the darkness,

and the nigth is immense,

So immense, that now the voices

will speak from the stars

and the sound of their lights will be subtle

like the echo of an incomprehensible cry

calling, calling from a distance

until that time

the telephone ceases to scream like a cornered animal

It's useless to ask the operator

the number of the stars,

Because in her head the voice of the impossible will ring,

The song of an unexplainable bird,

and her conversation will fly

towards that anxious voice

that has always called her,

That encounter beyond fears and mirrors...

The operator will repeat

"long distance... long distance"

It will be the longest call of her life,

the only one she will never be able to pay

Jorge Luis Rodriguez