Islands / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo

Yesterday I will leave Iceland.

In a slow, gentle, painless way.

Like a little prince.

Between the sleeping volcano and a vision about to disappear.

Pitted against sun and solitariness.

Inspired and ephemeral.

Dweller of insular Europe.

Navigator to the point of nausea through deep steaming bays of delirium and desire.

Tomorrow I left Iceland.