29
The Kid

I remember, Kiko, at the Fuente de Neptuno,
what you said to me:
history runs like this water,
pouring out to be poured again.
We cannot tame it kid.
What you're gonna do – you already did.
Sometimes it feels like the taps are off,
sometimes

like our dreams are spilling out of every door and window.
Like when I was seventeen,
kicking the edges of the first team,
and Luis Aragones, your zapatones,
bent down, creased his suit
and called to the kit man:
get the kid some boots!
They called me that then, the kid: El Niño.