III / Miyó Vestrini


Don’t feel the port
or the ink
or the river
or the good wine
or the leaves growing under the ice
or the confusing city streets,
don’t let yourself go:
attend this long ceremony on the boat deck
special ceremony of the people
who want to know what next winter will be like.

El invierno próximo (1975)

{ Miyó Vestrini, Todos los poemas, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 1994 }

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