from Galápagos

They didn’t even know

but there is no mercy for me                                              
neither the sun nor the sea nor the crazy pigsty of the ports
Enrique Molina

Last night was the time we said goodbye without too much fuss. Finally, they were able to break
the link. You all, who threw us here, can sit calmly and count your money, handing out benefits
or clay pots for flowers: that blue mirage of the deserts.

But, in reality, does it matter? They don’t care about anything. They didn’t even know we were
banished. They didn’t even know we were over here. We were never a gram of anger for you all,
and we ended up killing ourselves.