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In order to live with my feelings

I start to draw chrysanthemums

I get lost in the space of my eyes.

I rub magic rocks

and spooks jump out the rails

of the midnight train.

The magicians dance

in front of the fiery ovens.

At the edge of the ocean

a naked woman

takes me to hear the sea shells

in the darkness of the planets.




[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.]