Poetry prose by Dulce Maria Loynaz from the collection ‘Absolute Solitude’

Like this river that keeps running although it will never arrive anywhere, I chose life, my love, running toward you (Christ).

Running toward you along a path that was always longer than my water, even though my water never ended and it was my heart pushing it along.

I have lived my death and I have died my life in your direction, feeling my way through darkness, confusing faces.

Like this river. Yes, like this slow, blind river that can’t stop or turn back or break away from the rock from which it was born.

The distance of a river has been our distance, the river that never ends, even if I walk, day and night, my entire life.