Reality
I had to dissent,
cover myself,
disappear.
I had
to be a dissonance.
I had to let myself go
astray
with no explanation.
I had to hide
my face,
become
fleeting,
be quiet, silence
(when maybe a simple
clarification was needed).
I was judged by the law of men
but I was never interrogated.
Everything
was for you,
and I haven’t seen you.
Intemperie (1977)
{ Rafael Cadenas, Antología, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 1996 }
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