New Poems: V
the curtain
climbs to the wind
and the shoulder
lets itself be taken
where the same one is not tired
and too much
wind
air over the leaves
departures and toys in
those exact hands
you are happy because of one
and another
drop of water
the cow will look at me
eternally.
{ Reynaldo Pérez Só, Nuevos poemas, Valencia: Universidad de Carabobo, 1975 }
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