Junin de los Andes

Last night I dreamed

of that windless day

at La Boca

The empty house

still there

meaning a life was possible

I am happy in this dream:

What perfect luck

that the elements should

conspire

to bring a windless day

a fisherman and his love

together.

Like a mantra, I am chanting:

Alumine, Confluencia, Colon Cura

As if to preserve a myth

As if to call back a ghost

As if to witness your joy again

Water like glass

Reflection of snow, volcano

Line heavy with the weight

of a fish that does not know

it will live, you will let it go