To Eduardo B. Toledo Listur
and Orlando Toledo, son
To trace someone who could give you the strength of the hands
even before you. And that would love me as the wind that refreshes,
that cools, that subverts, that blows away, that launches
To germinate you and deliver you here, between us, from us! Then, to accept
laws not mine, others’ negations and affirmations. Touch and farewell!
To look for you, find you, emancipate you, meet you again in the other’s
What other more virtuous concession can the flesh give me
what more collected clemency can quieten each wound
if not the possibility of watching you loved by others’ love, by their delight!
Paris, fresh and silvery
2017 – Maria A. Listur