Constantly fingering a rosary,
murmuring Hail Marys in Spanish,
this word has silver skin, and
can make itself invisible
Free and fickle as the dawn,
this word's eyes are mangoes
about to fall from the tree.
A star made of snow, it
becomes silk when spoken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one has particular charm. Thanks again for bringing new life to some words which I have always considered friends.