No Cessation
When you’re not here and the jungle has swallowed you, I spend my time gathering water from all those places I search for you, water from the sea and the brooks, water from when I get wet, water that I drink. I collect it in red buckets I keep in the backyard. When they are full, I stick my head into each of the buckets and kiss the water, all of it. Then I ask the sun to evaporate it and wait until you exit so it can pour over your house and I can kiss you through the rain. You will see how the rain will not cease.
Image Credits: Doug Wheller
Translation into English by Angie Cruz
Relato ganador/ Winner de la IV Edición del Concurso Internacional de Microrrelatos Museo de la Palabra, convocado por la Fundación César Egido Serrano.
Oscar Darío Gómez writes short, short stories and works as a publicist in Medellín, Colombia.