whwere were you at the beginning of lockdown

poem by: Marco Bo
Written on Jul 06, 2020

the night before I followed the usual procedures
pondering about growth cycles and speculation
and the fact that no one answers anymore looking into the eyes
rather, they shouts at you to shut up and wait
certainly because that phone is more interesting and intelligent than you are

the night before I asked for answers to the breaking news,
but the breaking news doesn't know
so I just followed the usual instructions
closed the windows, watered the flowers
left the bowl of water outside
caressed the dog
and then
I felt a warmth inside like a flame
like a tattoo an indelible mark
I knew that something was going to happen soon

the next morning, following the usual procedures,
I opened the windows
I caressed the dog and listened to the news
and I realized
the monster had arrived

it was exactly that monster that I saw as a child in the movies
and then fought in my nightmares shivering alone in my room

a huge dragon
running after me
and now it was here
yet nowhere to be seen,
and the most terrifying thing
was that the monster, it was also my shadow
and followed me hooked to my feet

keep quiet please!
do not wake it up....
tell me but whispering, where were you at the beginning of the lockdown?
tell me are you the disorder or the cure?
tell me me do you remember the way home under this grey and alien suburban sky?
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la noche anterior yo seguí los procedimientos habituales
reflexionando sobre los ciclos de crecimiento y la especulación
y el hecho de que ya nadie te responde mirandote a los ojos
más bien, te gritan que te calles y esperes
debe ser porque ese teléfono es más interesante e inteligente que tú

la noche anterior le pedí respuestas a las últimas noticias,
pero las noticias de última hora no saben nada
así que seguí las instrucciones habituales
cerré las ventanas, regé las flores
dejé el tazón de agua afuera
acaricié al perro
y entonces
sentí un calor adentro como una llama
como un tatuaje, una marca indeleble
sabía que algo iba a suceder pronto

a la mañana siguiente, siguiendo los procedimientos habituales,
abrí las ventanas
acaricié al perro y escuché las noticias
y me di cuenta
el monstruo había llegado

era exactamente
ese monstruo que había visto de niño en el cine
y luego peleado en mis pesadillas temblando solo en mi cuarto

un  dragón enorme
corriendo tras de mi
y ahora estaba allí
sin embargo, no se veia por ningún lado,
y lo mas aterrador
ese monstruo también era mi sombra
y me perseguia enganchado a mis pies

calla por favor!
no lo despiertes ....
dime, pero susurrando, dónde estabas al principio del encierro?
dime, eres tu el desorden o la cura?
dime, recuerdas el camino a casa bajo este cielo suburbano gris y ajeno? 

 

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