THE GYMNAST Poem by Héctor Rojas Herazo

In the brief fortune
the myth of your wings
the order, the grace and the energy of your limbs.
Oh, you solar one!
the toughest and most elastic
the one in whom beauty moans
prisoner of the tendon and the torso
and the sea on the cheek like a symbol.
You concentrate in yourself
the nettle that crushes the impetus of the bull
and the air that has feasted the bunch of grapes
and relaxes the lips and the hip of a god
menaced in the joy of your arm.
Now you raise up time in the arrow
you breathe in time
you steal the blood from the marble
and you waste the blue like a bird flying.