Sometimes
she takes her chair
to the
Mnemosyne River´s shore
and
delivers music
howling´s
She
opens the lid
and
the genie jumps into the water
Flaming
June’s calendar girl
in
between columns at Frick’s house
a
shrill piercing patience
when
it wakes
with
a loudspeaker
applauding
over the land
that
the oleander drinks
the
Bolivarian achievements
being
shouted
lowered
native
land’s noises
the
cherubs from
inflatable
orchestras
rescue’s
virtuosos
the
only beauties
during
a crying spell
she
explodes with fury
hiding
within her flask
patiently rubbing
it
©Dinapiera Di Donato
Translation
from Spanish by Manuel A. Lòpez