When you see the sky blue and the calm of the ocean,
remember the grays in the slum, the black in daylight,
the falling trees, the decomposing, the gutter drying.
When you smell a scent of May, the hint of jasmines,
remember the stench of rotting, the decaying rodent,
the heap of garbage smoldering, the odor of its vapor.
When you taste sugar, juice, the tangerines of summer,
remember the salt of the drained tongue, the moment
tedious in the mouth, the convulsing lips, the famines.
When you hear a mother sway at bedtime with singing,
remember the doldrums of the road, the quiet midnight,
the noises of running engines, the deadness of motion.
When you feel a grazing blanket, the pulling of a hand,
remember the shivering, the body lifeless on the sand.
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