THE DUST

There is still dust.

Leave it, leave it.

It must erase more signs.

Leave it.

Tomorrow there will be more,

there will be more.

But it must be there,

and covered and sealed.

Today it has been achieved.

The cat's footsteps can no longer be guessed.

Let's leave it like this, very fine.

Like a tapestry of air and linen.

Then we will be able

to write what we want

and not see the signs

engraved by accident.

Marina Rodríguez Brià