I Think Table and Say Chair

I THINK TABLE AND SAY CHAIR

I think table and say chair. I buy bread and leave it. What I learn I forget. All this happens because I love you. The red mullet on the counter says it all, and the beggar under the eaves. The fish flies through the livingroom. The bull snorts in the arena. A river passes between Santander and Asturias, and a deer, and a whole flock of women saints, and a certain heaviness. Between my bleeding and my crying there’s a very small bridge - and nothing crosses over that. All this happens because I love you.

Gloria Fuertes

translated by L. H. Laurence and E G. Laurence