From When I’m Not Around (Quando não estou por perto).
to write by chance the whiteness
the outline of the glass modulating
the whiteness of the sky to write like one who
writes down a message quick
letters spelling out a name
glass fogged by sea mist
little plant that grows between the wet
shingles write down what I say but quick
the voice has an accent quick or
slow I don’t really know the name
where from an accent I don’t remember
makes no sense always the
same names by chance
I write the outline modulating see
hue of whiteness stretching
here write quickly what
I say between the shingles in spring
around this time I usually don’t recognize
this accent where this way of
dragging out the “r” I think
around this time this little plant the branches
usually I write more quickly
the outline right away dissolves and
lies among the shingles infiltration of the days
an automatic reflection in this
speaking about death and immediately
looking at one’s watch
There is a kind of automatic reflection in this:
speaking about death and, immediately, looking at one’s watch.
Mario Benedetti