The other day we spent the afternoon in the civics of the Plaza de Pío Baroja, where our daughter’s rounds were intertwined with the words of the writer. However, the writer was not a reflection of the famous novelist of the last century, but a tired man who tried to alleviate his literary concerns. I was sitting on the bench in front of me, keeping our son's beautiful yogurt, and I could barely see the face of a mysterious poet, who was talking about poetry. Apparently, I was talking to another writer, precisely in the camcorder, and from what he said loud, it was necessary for him to receive the feedback from the newly written poem.

I don't know the details of the interview, it goes without saying, because it wasn't my intention to dig in their intimacy. However, while the children were taking the snack, I was left with a phrase from the poet ileurdine to his colleague: Throw everything into the trash can? Metric and rhyme? I know the headaches that can lead to writing poetry. I know what it is to look for the perfect poem, and all of a sudden, after reading it, give fire to the delete key.

Well, there are not a few defeats that humans will know in life, and also the times that it will take us to start from scratch. For example, if the metric fails in a relationship, if the relationship breaks, the two people become free verses and they have to necessarily reinvent themselves in search of a new complicity. On the other hand, when a house of cards built slowly and calmly rises by the wind, we have to start from scratch, by force. Or when a child, by a desire for freedom, moves away from the arms of his or her parents, the vacuum he or she has created cannot be filled; in that case, all family members have to start from scratch.

Today, unfortunately, the people of Afghanistan have also been faced with resolving the disaster left by the United States, as eleven other countries have had to do throughout history. Today, however, it does not seem that the metric and rhyme of that poem are free; at least, I have not found any metric or rhyme for a long time.