Still Life From A Window Poem by ANA DIAZ

Don’t think, it is better
this way ghosts won’t cloud your mind
dreams condensed in paper.
Don’t think, It is not worth
absolute simplicity not thinking
yet is is easier to say
I know how to do it too:
Look: “don’t think”
yet my mind is looking for a goal
yet my agony is looking for light
yet my desire is faded by the wind
and there you are looking at the still life
from your window. I see you
thirst for not agonising
thirst for not touching the still life
my mind is still looking for something
like Blas de Otero used to say
and nothing can be found
except for skulls and debris
and a still life from a cubist window
what? cubist?
it is your window, shut to everything, to me
Picasso, cubism, Gris. I am confused
art mixes with Gris’ still life
with absurd memories, with you, with all that is dead
and I am still looking for...you see? “don’t think”,
you used to say
yet it is impossible not to think
the moment you give it a try
you are then looking for...
looking for that something (like Blas de Otero did)
my something. a reason. awakening
light.daybreak.the ship that sets sail
the siren that is wailing at me. I am coming.
that something could be the sea. the water. the colourless
odorless and tasteless(like in school)
the school. friends.emptiness.the void
that something has turned into emptiness
into void rotten void
and the window is still shut
and I am still thinking
and I am still looking for
and nothing can be found
except for a still life looking
out of Gris ‘ cubist Window
open window so that the still life
revives