"A suitcase full of things that hide from each other"

[Marcus Nalgaber]

"A suitcase full of things that hide from each other"

 

There are trips that you do not realize you're doing until you get to where you did not know you were going.

 

Regards,

 

Mora Amaro La Loba

 

 

I walk

walk

going to the Moon

 

I wear a skirt

of red flowers

that sway

between the folds

with the dance of my steps

and the swing of my suitcase

full of things

that hide

from each other

 

I cross halls

and many rooms

with its corridors that without meaning always take you

to some windows scattered between the ridges

of a labyrinth

 

on my way

way

going to the Moon

 

I walk

walk

going to the Moon

 

I wear a skirt

of red flowers

that sway

between the folds

with the dance of my steps

and the swing of my suitcase

full of things

that hide

from each other