Te conversa en la distancia
de lugares lejanos que nunca has conocido
ni conoceras...
de lugares familiares
que ahora extrañas...
te trae vientos de cambios
y olores a pescado frito
y arroz con coco,
y platano a la tentacion...
te trae sonidos conocidos
los cantos de los diablos
en noches de carnaval
y las danzas en las calles
las comparsas, y la risa
de los chiquillos jugando
a la lleva, la late o al escondite...
El mar poderoso y calmado
infinito imperecedero y profundo
te trae tantos recuerdos
de palmeras, y noches estrelladas,
y muscia de acordeon
y jente bella.
El mar.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, March 9, 2018
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