scruple

It seems to me that I live

that I am between the noises

that I look at the walls,

that these hands are mine,

but probably I deceive myself

and walls and hands

only are memories

of a past life.
I have said " it seems to me "

I do not assure anything.

Oliverio Girondo*

*my future "animal of four legs, long tail, whiskers and chinese eyes" will be called Oliverio.