This poem tells the story of a woman who was left alone because the virus stole the love of her life, the freedom to go out and even her tears. I know the story, which like that of many is hard, cruel, but irreversible. I thank 
Alone
She hung her eyes in the rain to scatter them,
to sink them into the earth, in case he waited for her,
though it is not customary for a dead man to wait for eyes,
and even if those eyes are still dying for him.
He who by looking at her got into her.
And so much they got into each other's eyes
that it was his eyes that carried them away,
and when they looked at each other in the street,
they looked at them, looking at each other.
But one day he left, just like one of the crowd,
and they didn't even give each other a last kiss
because their mouths were behind a mask,
then she returned to her own feet,
to walk on her own,
but she couldn't either because the virus had also robbed her of freedom.
So he entered its inner walls,
which were sinking,
that sunk his eyes
and if he took them out, it was to hang them in the rain
and let them fall scattered,
and put them into the earth;
that they might remain by his side,
but summer came
and her eyes were untied from the rain
and left her alone
with the only thing that death leaves in such cases:
A grim corpse that the dead fear.
por crear estas iniciativas que permiten una interacción diferente ante un problema global.
Sola
Colgaba sus ojos en la lluvia para desparramarlos,
para meterlos por dentro de la tierra, por si él la esperaba,
aunque no es costumbre que un muerto espere a unos ojos
ni aunque esos ojos sigan muriendo en vida por él.
Él que al mirarla se metió en ella.
Y tanto se metieron en los ojos del otro,
que eran sus ojos quienes los llevaban,
y cuando por las calles miraban a unos ojos con pies,
los miraban, a ellos, mirándose.
Pero un día él se fue, como uno más del montón,
y ni siquiera se dieron el último beso
porque sus bocas estaban detrás de una máscara,
entonces ella volvió a sus propios pies,
a caminarse sola,
pero tampoco pudo porque el virus también le había robado libertad.
Así que se internó en sus muros internos,
que se fueron hundiendo,
que le hundieron los ojos
y si los sacó fue para colgarlos en la lluvia,
y dejarlos caer desparramados,
y meterlos por dentro de la tierra;
para seguir a su lado,
pero llegó el verano
y sus ojos se desataron de la lluvia
y la dejaron sola,
con lo único que deja la muerte es esos casos:
un tétrico cadáver al que temen los muertos.
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