Olegario

Olegario, by whom do you wait?
Time no longer remembers you, however, you remember the time ...
You know when it's Monday, you look forward to it, without expecting anything
You wait every afternoon, sitting among mountains, choosing coffee
but nobody arrives ...
You forgot where you left the key that closes the trunk with your few belongings ...
however you did not forget your birthday
the one you celebrate only year after year ...
Do not forget your parents or your grandparents ...
Those who lie where nobody remembers
And you smile, Olegario, as nobody else does
when you see us arrive in the distance, along the old roads of the forgotten town
You wait for us, although sometimes we do not arrive ...
And you ask for Andrés ...
and ask when are we going to visit you again ...
and you remain unshakeable while loneliness consumes you
and when we leave, you stay there, again in the courtyard
ordering and disordering coffee beans
to have in which to pass the time while it returns to be Monday ...