Hoy simplemente quiero recordar esto.

"I've reached a point where my name (any name I might have had) by its mere utterance creates an almost weary and loathsome feeling in me. When I say it to myself... I am immediately aware of a sense of disgust as though the sounds I make are significant of not only me but of a new and strange disease and I am sure, for at least the instant, I am at slipping into an insanity from which there is no escape."

Herbert Huncke

Y llegó el frío

y con él la nostalgia

de despertarse

y haber mirado

por ventanas

que daban

a otros idiomas

más cálidos.

Metáfora (con Gibraltar de fondo)