Blue Car -Translation by Katherine Silver + Robin Myers

My grandmother says the first car I saw was blue.
When I remember that I remembered, I say it was green.
The car no longer exists.

Like an image scratched by a branch in the water,
memories fuse, confuse.

That’s how fragile the past is.

El carro del poema. Julia Sánchez-Pareja y Alfonso Herrera (sostiene a Pilar), abuelos de Enrique Servín Herrera.