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Solitudes in Spain


I am alone when someone cries in the planet

Why does the planet cry when I am alone?

The rocks are alone with their ewes.

The wind passes through hills and houses

There are lonely people and dark corners

And I, alone, see the clouds pass by

over the dusty hamlets.




[From Retumba como un sótano del cielo (Rumblings like a cellar from the sky), 1977, by Vecente Gerbasi ((June 2, 1913 in Canaobo, Carabobo - December 28, 1992, Caracas). Translated by Ron Rodriguez, 2009.]