Insoportable

Llevan las marcas dormidas en los ojos
Pestañan dolorosos recuerdos
Niñez mutilada
vejaciones
orfandad.

Pestañan sangre coagulada
pestañan su familia
desgraciada
ciega
inútil

Nadie los toma en cuenta.
El cuerpo desenterrado de alegría...
El jardín en la palma de su mano se desvanece.

La pluma mata los remordimientos.

Comments

Helen Duffy said…
I think I can begin to see some common images in these poems. Were I to write a paper on your poetry I might choose a theme like: the body in the work, and talk about the images of body parts and their uses as metephors, or I could concentrate on eyes, which appear in many poems.

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