For the record (El acta)

Often in his poetry, Dad framed love in terms of clandestine hours and furtive moments, as if he feared that love was this precious treasure that might not endure over his life. He never took anyone for granted and loved with every single beat of his heart. From my Dad’s book Urgent Poetry (Poesía de urgencia).

For the record (El acta)

I will repeat the trivial words

that lovers always say to each other

in the beautiful early days.

Let us live without hesitations

the vanity of loving each other in secret.

The eternity of the clandestine hours.

Possessing each other like a discovery

in the daily devotion

and that belief that everything is indeed true.

The fraternal lie

of forgetting each other forever.