
Literature Feat. Music: La Burke sings
For Eloy Enrique Valdés
Elena explains the mess that is between you and me, shows the minimum hope of giving us the good with a boldness that seems out of prison -what is that? -Threads in its thread and so maybe we advance something without moving the place, both full of afraid of you, afraid of being just a toy, as usual
As if nothing Elena has drawn the confidence fallen from a true cliff, not lost between two children who played basketball with the only thing that should be taken care of: it shows the abyss that rarely returns the look when it says, for example, I could think otherwise, be born in another time
And at the time of leaving him at the stop of route 57, with his stage clothes on a hanger, serious and alone without understanding nothing of reality, less of the government and its ruffles, she knows - as only those who were once charred know - that the perennial insubstantial episode that comes after the short great love ends lasts as long as this cigar lasts
With his mockery and total mistrust in the future The Burke about us sings his precarious victory, but victory, victory at last.
Havana, February, 2018.

Sigfredo Ariel
Author of twenty books of poems, guilty of intrusion in several other disciplines: plastic arts, scripts, journalism. Obsession: the fragile memory of Cuban music.