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The Walls of my house


I find the disaster of the trees.

My sisters continue to die

below the palm trees

devoured by lobsters

from a solitary day.

They moved my toys between sunflowers,

Elevated comets

over colored houses.

The walls of my house now have corrosions

similar to the exodus of animals.




[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.]