Written by: juana Guillen

Single the solitude licks its dirty hairs,

the solitude is cleaned with its his saliva of cat

licks its legs, tail of colors is a wounded animal

the tired solitude licks its wounds like a cat

and returns to me.
It is the solitude

it suddenly appears its shade

in second or third or fourth dimension

its shade in in black and white

the forgetfulness reappears 

and when I have forgotten it completely 

it returns, licks it wounds of lonely cat.
I think solitude remembers me like an old friend

It is transparent at present 

while its sores licks his wounds like a cat

it always return to me like best men friend

my major friend.