In the middle of nowhere are your coordinates,

In the midst of the desert, coated with petroleum.

In the middle of nowhere its roads survive,

Anomalous, cracked by the four wheel drives.


In the middle of nowhere I find your gaze,

and in it, your pupil, and in it its reflection.

In the middle of nowhere by the sun crowned,

I find your smile and in it the universe.


And in the midst of nowhere, where nothing was before,

Suddenly, there’s no lacking and the place is agreeable.

Suddenly, I have everything; suddenly, in an instant,

You and I are in the middle.

Being with you is my home.

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Isabel Sánchez H.

"Cazadora de un resplandor etéreo. Vuela."