Las ciudades del pensamiento

December 24th and we’re through again. This time for good I know because I didn’t throw you out — and anyway we waved. No shoes. No angry doors. We folded clothes and went our separate ways. One last poem for Richard, Sandra Cisneros (Fragmento)     Voy en un tren pensando en varias cosas sin demasiada conexión entre ellas. Siempre me ocurre. Las ventanas, ...