This light will never fade Along every shard, in every flame, an anomaly The river that runs between us In the water, the sun and the stars Of your galaxy, at my behest There was a reason For all of this to come alive As we revolve and become We arrive beyond death And within this life A home of sorts A haven we burned down in the past A sky, black as the night, engulfed our forms Swallowed by the dark As incomplete and hollow And to never disappear

 CORRESPONDENCIA 1970 - 1973

Andrés Caicedo

Seix Barral. Bogotá. Abril de 2020. 370 pp