Desprender del sur
Lisandro Aristimuño
Detach from the South
Three ghosts sew worn suitcases,
They laugh, dance and remind me of your walk.
Only the wind
The wind follows my steps,
I go slowly because I want to reach it.
Detach from the South
To the coastline
And wet my voice
In saltwater.
Green field in your rosy figure,
Black cables cut the sky behind.
A hug of giant tulips,
In your eyes I see what I never saw.
I know well where I'm going
When I turn on my light.
I know well where you're going
When you turn on your light.
