AN ANSWER Poem by Fernando Linero

To Rafael Del Castillo Matamoros
Now I am not interested in the sentence that betrays me
or in that with which I could betray.
My heart sails on this water
where there are no spurs or goads.
My heart threw overboard the killing tools.
Now I am worried about the friends I've lost,
about the bitter flavor of broken friendships.
Now I am not interested in the sentence that betrays me
or in that with which I could betray.
For I am not one to tell a friend
under which tree to look for shade.
For each is owner of his own orchard.
Nor do I raise my voice in praise of priests,
or to ensure loyalty to me.
I prefer to keep apart
from those who rush to go to the party.
They are the "dogs of literature".
Perhaps I'm devoid of greed.
Now I am not interested in the sentence that betrays me
or in that with which I could betray.
Now I am interested in the true friend.
The one in whose name I practice indulgence.
The one for whom I let myself be blinded, cheated and hallucinated.
Because I know everything is a nothingness
and that in this comedy you as well as I
walk with the crutches of the poem.
Now I am not interested in the sentence that betrays me
or in that with which I could betray.
I have no hatred to squander
Now I raise my voice.
I don't know what I've brought. I think it's a bit of music.
If you listen to it help me to sing.