jueves, 16 de abril de 2020

Sweet country, a poem.



Sweet country


Sweet country
that is so tough random
your nights are cold
and the days without end.

But your belly injured
leaves a dark wine
that maketh glad the walk.



By the plain infinite
walks a strange animal
four legs and two humps
much hunger without quench.

By its thirst would drink
a wineskin without breathing
by his dream would sleep
a whole year without stopping.

To take shelter
in any corner
ends under a great shrub
Lying in the grass
the birds will nest
and he snuggled up to the flying.


Otro poema de mi libro Secreto canto de las luciérnagas.
Secreto canto de las luciérnagas