A veces la distancia es mejor | Sometimes distance is better

One more example of
what I already theorized.
Which, in fact, is just as well
what others predicted to me.

If only I were worthy to have
a wish granted to me,
which to express I would already know.
Since my memory is full;
to set aside its omnipresent words,
the tone of his voice,
and from the eyes the burning
every time impotence comes.

Or the power to capture on a sheet of paper
A little piece of my helplessness,
That strips me of pleasure
With incipient impudence,
And impotence returns,
Tearing and remembering
That the place of my belonging,
Which does not suffer if I breathe,
Is far, yes, from its existence.