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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