Translation:To My Brother Miguel

In memoriam

Brother, today I’m on the house’s stone bench. Where we miss you without end! I remember that we were playing at this hour, and that mom was caressing us: “But, children...”

Now I hide, as before, all these vespertine prayers, and I hope you don’t stumble upon me. Through the living room, the hallway, the corridors. After, you’re the one who hides, and I don’t stumble upon you. I remember that we would end up crying, brother, playing that game.

Miguel, you hid one August night, at dawn; but instead of hiding while laughing, you were sad. And your twin heart of those extinct afternoons has tired of not finding you. And now the shadow falls in the soul.

Listen, brother, don’t be late in coming out. Alright? Mom could get worried.