Fernando Delgadillo
Miscellaneous
To My Closed
I arrived when everything was an endless field
and the closed one limited the garden
of my house like an extension
of concrete that marked a path
towards the world.
And when it stopped drizzle
my bicycle along with those of others
it took me and took me out of the mud
and the street was an entire ocean
that had to be crossed.
When the street was filled with boys
and the lots of houses and rooms
with decent people
but indifferent to mine
I thought that one day it would be the same again.
And it became a residential area
with new cars and asphalt streets
and I It was nostalgic
to look at my closed room
so still and quiet
that now it was a meeting place
for a bunch of conceited boys
who talked about a world
so unknown to me
that I felt it should be like this.
I had a girlfriend in a sunny summer
I joined civilization
to love and other simple moments
that cover the older boy's time,
I remember when I came back from work
my house was a light in the darkness
and a private street was closed to me
where I could sink into the night upon arriving.
And then they came to look for me
the street, the night and what is behind
under this very sad sky
that always dresses in gray when it clears
and I got used to the wandering purr
of air traffic, to that street noise
of the cars that run exhausted
and never rest.
The The city is a dark eternal street filled with strangers passing by. It is a closed subway station that goes nowhere, it is a lonely place.
That's why sometimes I think about escaping
but the city surrounded my house
and tied me forever
to its streets of dim light
that walks in the corners.
Some time ago upon my return
I saw my old woman closed, reserved and calm
but today that I have seen her properly, I found
nothing but a dead end exit,
a dead end.

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