Picture Albert Marquet
AFTER A LONG JOURNEY
I sit down on the balcony to watch the night.
My mother told me it was senseless to be depressed.
“Move, do something!” she shouted at me.
But I was never very gifted at being happy.
My mother and I were different,
and we never managed to understand each other.
However, there is something I would like to tell:
Sometimes, when I miss her very much,
I open the wardrobe where her clothes are,
and as if arriving at a place
after a long journey,
I go inside.
It seems absurd: But in the dark and with that smell,
I feel sure that nothing separates us.
Fabián Casas, Argentina, 1965
Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan