Cristina.

Ninguna palabra nunca

ningún discurso

-ni Freud, ni Martí-

sirvió para detener la mano

la máquina

del torturador.

Pero cuando una palabra escrita

en el margen en la página en la pared

sirve para aliviar el dolor de un torturado,

la literatura tiene sentido.

Mary.

You don't want to hear the story

of my life, and anyway

I don't want to tell it, I want to listen

to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.

And anyway it's the same old story -

a few people just trying,

one way or another,

to survive.

Mostly, I want to be kind.

Shannon.

And when I turned to face grief,

I saw that it was just love in a heavy coat.