ISIRERI Oar in handcanoe afloatthird eye openwe sing cosmic taleswe nurture the rootsevery glance, every smile, every tear,each movement of the waterpassing through the oarholding the canoetill reaching the mind of the green mountainlistening to its thoughtsblowing them to the five windsletting them cross the borders of the body. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SEDUCE … Seguir leyendo Dos poemas de mi libro Curucusí, traducidos al inglés, por la poeta y traductora Vilma Tapia