Medioeval / Vicente Gerbasi

Medieval

What stands out
from the old city
covered in spiderwebs
and migratory birds
is the cathedral of ice
its radiance
and the celestial sound
of its bells.
All the avenues
reach its doors
and its stained-glass angels
and the blue ray of the sun.
Its inner resonance
smells of bishops tombs.
The swallows make nests
in the hanging lamps
in their iridescence.
With the music of the organ
the cathedral slowly rises
to the silence of the skies.




{Vicente Gerbasi, El solitario viento de las hojas, Caracas: Tierra de Gracia Editores, 1989}