Reader of poetry

There are no longer clouds in trousers,
nor is April the cruellest month,
and if you sleep you won't see anything at all.
Sylvia has never had memories,
and lovers are always different.

You forget that you forget every day.
Every day you forget that you forget.

The tourist of dawns is not seen.
No one gets tired of their native land.
And children don't cross streets
in the desire to run away from home.
Who wants to live now in the pronouns?

You forget that you forget every day.
Every day you forget that you forget.

If you light up with immensity, you aren't seen.
Some people and things are miserable.
Now the world shows less pity.
It rains in the city; my heart doesn't cry.
Liberty, where shall I write your name?

You forget that you forget every day.
Every day you forget that you forget.