Cold penetrates our feet
and the rose's urgency
moves us, being born.
We are in a large dam
and the papers of the universe
whirl before those
flame tree leaves
that shade us in summer.
Lovers, struck by sun,
fling themselves
to the floor of a boat,
breathing with valves
moistened by sea wind
from the South.
A timid breeze appears
and our ear, it laughs for eternity.

(Translated by Kathleen Weaver)

From LOOKING WITHIN / MIRAR ADENTRO (Wayne State University Press, 2003)


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