To Escape the World

To escape the world. I prepare my cigarette… I do it slowly, very fast, but very slow so it doesn’t lose its charge.

I check its charge well—that everything’s fine—that its seeds don’t rise and its leaves fly quickly.

It’s ready. With a small wet knot I close one door well and leave the other free.

I take it slowly and bring it to my mouth, hard air so the turbines ignite or “rev up” as my friend says…

I sneeze… (to escape the world)

The smoke begins to dissipate through the sky… this man’s journey has finally begun.

The journey begins but something happens, something went wrong, something isn’t like always… this man hasn’t taken me where I want to go.

This cigarette lovingly rolled has taken me to melancholy, to the constant question with the greatest restlessness… to I don’t know…

In Pueblo Villano we read: To escape the world.