ENERGY
Old, discoloured boats pulled onto the shore.
The tempest roared all along the jetty
and these boats, humbled in their humiliation
looked at the road, not at the sea.
A handsome fisherman pushed his boat in the sea
and running against the waves he went to the open waters.
Women looked at him from their windows,
men grabbed their ropes and knives.
The whole harbour woke up and shone
for the danger of its smallest boat.
Libros Libertad 