IGNORED ISLAND
I like that ignored
island cradled by trees
Late
-
juicy in the center of a sea
I do not understand, surrounded
NOTHING
only one.
There are birds on my island and gleaming
angels painted by artists,
There are beasts that look at me sweetly,
and poisonous flowers.
poets
There are streams and inner voices from
dormant volcanoes.
There may be some treasure
Deep inside my womb.
Who
know if I have my mountain
diamond,
or just a small piece of coal!
forest trees
my island is you, my verses. How well
sometimes you sound like if the great musician
wind when your turn comes from the sea that surrounds me
to this island that I am, if someone comes,
That is something I desire to
verses
-springs and waterfalls turned
peace is what I have.
a name I climb
soul and does not want to cry my secrets;
And I'm happy land, "I have art If
happy and poor at the same time.
It is my pleasure to be ignored, ignored Island
eternal ocean.
In the center of the world without a book,
know everything, because it came a missionary
And left me for life
Cruz
-for death left a mystery.
(De Isla Ignored. Torremozas Editions, 1999)
