Let it Go
Mariana Berenice Bredow Vargas
Come now with me, let it go, pause, you
deserve it, then go back, nothing
will have changed, life fines away
so quickly! we die
while we’re saying words to people
we barely know, who hardly matter to us,
words that only hide us from sorrow, forgive me
for saying so, but facing death, there’s just no place
for dissimulation, and I can’t imagine what
you carry, so many losses piled
one over another and you still dispensing
smiles to those who expect smiles
and words from you, but come with me and
you won’t need to pretend or speak or be silent,
we’ll walk to the sea, releasing into the sunset
all that weight you’re carrying, and we’ll stay for
sunrise in the Galapagos with centurial turtles
teaching us to live and birds dawning, come with me,
so we can laugh at simple things like children and
tickle each other without even touching, read the scribble
of clouds, the tongues of stars, the trails of bugs in the sand,
and we’ll kiss like never before, this is my way
of asking you not to let yourself fall
into the vacuum of grief, there’s life
dreaming you past the pain, let’s go, I want
to dream it too, to let ourselves be taken by some nascent hope
born from wildest illusions, the ones that in our sadness
save us, save us.
deserve it, then go back, nothing
will have changed, life fines away
so quickly! we die
while we’re saying words to people
we barely know, who hardly matter to us,
words that only hide us from sorrow, forgive me
for saying so, but facing death, there’s just no place
for dissimulation, and I can’t imagine what
you carry, so many losses piled
one over another and you still dispensing
smiles to those who expect smiles
and words from you, but come with me and
you won’t need to pretend or speak or be silent,
we’ll walk to the sea, releasing into the sunset
all that weight you’re carrying, and we’ll stay for
sunrise in the Galapagos with centurial turtles
teaching us to live and birds dawning, come with me,
so we can laugh at simple things like children and
tickle each other without even touching, read the scribble
of clouds, the tongues of stars, the trails of bugs in the sand,
and we’ll kiss like never before, this is my way
of asking you not to let yourself fall
into the vacuum of grief, there’s life
dreaming you past the pain, let’s go, I want
to dream it too, to let ourselves be taken by some nascent hope
born from wildest illusions, the ones that in our sadness
save us, save us.
translated from the Spanish by Forrest Gander