"13.-We are the war and we are the refuge. The sky opens its mouth for you to hide your grenade. We wait for you throbbing like mines. Below and inside. Below and inside. Below and inside we are a sea of girls of ash. We are armed adolescents crossing the border. Master, maestro, what we are not told. Close us. Mount us and keep us alive."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a poignant rendition set aside for sober reflection. Well thought out and insightfully penned. Thanks for sharing Dolores and do remain enriched.