Loving.

• Author: Lacoren, Nestor Rodriguez
• Position: Poem

by Nestor Rodriguez Lacoren

Translated by Egla Morales Blouin

mourning you with guitars the gift of music came to me and a child eyes life and hot blood given to me were houses and bricks and many roofs with lions and cages and many lakes spotted with swans singing of you with mouth and tongue sadness was given to me and a tiny mother and deep poverty with cold and frosts and the jangle of trains smelling of open country laughter was also given to me to see bad times arrive with empty plates and very hard bread loving you hurriedly and without passion the stars were given...