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En esta página tengo cinco o seis años
pero la escribo a los sesenta.
Hay un patio, unos juguetes, un cuaderno
con dibujos y grandes números.
Como en un espejo, veo el rostro
del niño que busco. Sé que soy yo.
Lo llamo hasta que me mira
fíjamente a los ojos, como
si en ellos leyera su nombre
coloreado en grandes letras.
Luego sonríe, voltea y se va
más de medio siglo hacia adelante.
O hacia atrás. Un puñado de palabras
la página en blanco.
CLINAMEN
Editorial Kalathos, Caracas (2011)
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On this page I am five or six years old
but I write it when I am sixty.
There is a playground, some toys, a notebook
with drawings and large numbers.
As in a mirror, I see the face
of the child I am looking for. I know he is me.
I call him until he looks at me
intently at my eyes, as
if in them he could read his name
colored in large letters.
Then he smiles, turns and goes away
over half a century onwards.
Or back. A handful of words
the page blank.
Octavio Armand
CLINAMEN
Editorial Kalathos, Caracas (2011)
On this page I am five or six years old
but I write it when I am sixty.
There is a playground, some toys, a notebook
with drawings and large numbers.
As in a mirror, I see the face
of the child I am looking for. I know he is me.
I call him until he looks at me
intently at my eyes, as
if in them he could read his name
colored in large letters.
Then he smiles, turns and goes away
over half a century onwards.
Or back. A handful of words
the page blank.
Octavio Armand
CLINAMEN
Editorial Kalathos, Caracas (2011)
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