A Spectator

The events were lenient with me

I always ignored death

because I was busy loving

I loved everything I understood

and something I didn't understand

just like a curtain

the drape was lifted slowly

from the window

I am leaning

on an event

my tired hand

and watch

I want to embrace

with just one look

everything I have forgotten so far

the window seems

the stage of an amphitheater

what else can it be

besides the window

if not the actors and their roles

so I begin to applaud

with the hands of the one

who has its own role

of a spectator