Sé: 53 / Luis Alberto Crespo

Be: 53

Poetry:

I don’t know what my book can do
for you

it doesn’t even help
pay for my kids’ guitar

it doesn’t make you smile at me
and raise your hand

it’s raining
from the eyes down
on the fifth floor

I await the news from hatred
the enemies of Mozart

I’ve crossed this out again
it needs more idleness
fewer debts to pay

no it’s not what I want you to read
but rather when I make a mistake
when I diminish myself

is my best book.




{Luis Alberto Crespo, Sé, Caracas: Monte Ávila editores, 2009}