My Kingdom for a Courier

by David Andrés Alíx

I wanted to love correctly

But I think of the waters of Meribah

And I lose hope


You will hold my hand until the end,

But this business of loving correctly

Is not mine to learn


I’ll need thousands of years, but I only have a few


Is there and informant? An advocate?

One dispatched to me?

One who would inform me that there was

A speck of my love wrapped in your smile?

Till now, there is none