Metal on the moon sounds of the countryside,
eternal afternoon, the cool morning at the estuary of
the singing of the birds, fishermen and machetero:
cutting sugarcane, winged insects buzzing whispers
Dark-eyed, sometimes serene melancholy
wavy, long, gray with a fresh smile
constant strong hands and discreet diligent, industrious.
Children breast, efficient, short legs, fragile
I remember my grandmother dairy cows
Stoking the fire with his own hands
In the afterglow of your love has the effect of
Toast the peanuts, cassava and grandchildren some fruit called Doras
Lavandera, beautiful right hand of peasants at work in the garden,
master weaver constant, grandmother, big eyes, sweet words,
Matrix was formed in her womb. To my mother, confidant,
companion of those nights, mornings and evenings!
I remember the big house and cool, rocking chair, square columns,
the long dark corridor of my first ghost
Chicha, the bread, butter, cheese sauce and tongue;
I remember my trip and stay in your body, warmth, tears,
Copyright © 2010 - Ramiro Alvarez Cedeño.
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