XX / Miyó Vestrini

XX

Sadness
dawns
in the door to the street.
Not in vain
have I been so cruel,
not in vain
do I wish
each afternoon,
for death to be simple and clean
like a shot of warm anise
or a slap whose echo is lost in the mountain.




El invierno próximo (1975)




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