My husband has told me to look at myself in the glass
The glass is not for drinking
The glass is for whetting one’s hair in it
Whoever drinks knows their affiliation
I don’t know mine
I don’t care if the roads end
There’s a wing over there
Who lost it?
The wing fell into the glass
My husband has told me to look at myself in the glass
The bedroom is dark
I’m learning how to keep quiet
Canto de oficio (1997)
{ Patricia Guzmán, Con el ala alta: 1987-2003, Mérida, Venezuela: Ediciones El otro, el mismo, 2004 }
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