Marco Antonio de Dominis talks about himself

Every morning
when sleep has gone
I pick up the pieces
of myself
that have traced
and will be
my
face
one day.

I recover the past and the future
and placing my foot on the ground
yesterday Monday or next Friday
never as present I receive myself.

There is
inevitably
one that dreams
and one who stays.

Traslated from Spanish by Rowena Hill