for my friend the Troubadour


a man used to play with us and cover his face and uncover it:
estás
no estás
estás
no estás

and threading through each verse he would hide his head behind a Spanish fan

today he looks at me and hides from me saying:
eres
no eres
eres
no eres

and I say to him (to myself) coming out from behind a Spanish fan:

él que no es eres tú

Eduardo Ramos