lunes, 21 de diciembre de 2009

HUT ( SOMBRERO)


I didn´t want the rain to wet my memories so I put on this old hat so I put it on all the things I've forgotten on all the names I lost in silence I didn't I want the wind to snatch away the voices of my years the brown silhouette of my doubts but it doesn't really rain today not is it windy and there's in this town to see my hats rolling on the ground


Sara Uribe
Antología 
 poesía -mujeres hispanas.