Lía Colombino (1974- )
El elogio de mis pies
mis manos cantan la
esa una
pena / una
El sonido de mis pies
gotas de agua que van descalzas trayendo lluvia
El color de mis pies
ningún blanco es tan verde
La voz de mis pies
Ellos corren a un lugar obscuro
cerca del miedo
cada vez más lejos
donde el reptil no mira sus costados.
Stephanie de Montalk (A lady never tells her age)
They Are Shrinking
the sea
and placing the sun
at the pale edge
of dust
but they dream
of summers
on pastoral plains
and short winters
and the promise
of salt on the land
that is left—
the crude promise of salt
to be swept
into piles
and sent to the city
in search of
vacations
and one-bedroomed flats
and other
investment
possibilities.
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And they dream
of trouble
with crows—
but crows
they can handle—
and skin disease
anaemia
and outbreaks of plague
and the demise
of small birds
and boats stranded
on plains
and life forms
without homes
on unstable horizons—
but horizons
they can handle—
and they believe
casual injustice
and savage diagnosis
can be kept
to a minimum.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
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