William s Burroughs
(photo Michael Heitmann)
“I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have learned to swim.” - Frida Kahlo
"Memory" ("Recuerdo) by artist Frida Kahlo
I had swayed. Nothing else. But suddenly I knew
In the depth of my silence
He was following me. Like my shadow, blameless and light
In the night, a song sobbed…
The Indians lengthened, winding, through the alleys of the town.
A harp and a jacaranda were the music, and the smiling dark-skinned girls
Were the happiness
In the background, behind the “Zócalo,” the river shined
and darkened, like
the moments of my life.
He followed me.
I ended up crying, isolated in the porch of the parish church,
protected by my bolita shawl, drenched with my tears.