Monday, June 25, 2012


My house was called
the house of flowers, because in every cranny
geraniums burst
: it was
a good-looking house
with its dogs and children.
Remember, Raul?
Eh, Rafel? Federico, do you remember
from under the ground
my balconies on which
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
(Pablo Neruda, I'm Explaining a Few Things).