Calligraphy
The aroma of the clover after it’s trimmed
sparrows hunting insects
acacias sigh at the light breeze
voices of children come from the hotel
as they play in the pool
two sunburn village boys
kick their ball at the seashore
and we register these images
through the light-blue
that enters into the room
a conqueror that stumbles
on the outline of your body
metaphor of immortality
as my palm just yearns
to feel your soft calligraphy
Libros Libertad 