Carlos Barbarito

I said love, only instance…
(Leseprobe aus: Momentary Reflection in Still Water, Translated from the Spanish by Jonah Gabry)

I said love, only instance

whose fermentation won’t horrify. 

They may call it momentary reflection

in still water,

on the wall that moss does not protect.

But, in any case, where?

Is it crushed 

underground,

fallen into the folds

of no dream,

barely the drool of things,

scene of beautiful art

once presented,

did it pass and is now only a fish that tears

the fragile sea of memory?

Rezension I Buchbestellung I home 0I07 LYRIKwelt © C.B.