Measuring time is the work
of those who haven't loved.
I forgot the sand that was falling
grain by grain by grain.
That's how I accomplished love.
When my time comes I won't know
if it's my arrival
or my departure,
only that in life I paid
relentlessly what the god of fire
--Ana Ilce Gomez
I discovered the poem above on a New York City bus about ten years ago. It
was printed on a poster as part of Streetfare Journal, the adspace "magazine"
edited by George
Evans. The poster was torn, so the bus driver let me bring it home, where
it remains as one of the best gifts I've ever received.
poems by Ana Ilce Gomez (in Spanish)