Box of Souvenirs by Carolina Patiño


Where has my spirit gone?

I believed in everything I once knew

and still remain unreconciled with myself 

sweet box of memories

that kept me at a distance from my madness

that lost me when it found me

now that I have spent hours looking in the mirror

I pray my pact with life be cut in two

I’ve bled, breathed, cried enough.


May I now yield up myself without my shadow?



Translated by Alexis Levitin


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Carolina Patiño

Alexis Levitin


© 2005-2008 Per Contra: The International Journal of the Arts, Literature and Ideas

Box of Souvenirs by Carolina Patiño Translated by Alexis Levitin