my black queen of the south
sent me a postcard
showing her city by the sea
long white beaches roaring waves
and surfing white of enraged seas
then calming to soft billowing winds
the quaint cathedral
the streets winding and sad
the cobbled squares
the houses thick and strong and colored to the mood:
here
here
let me come to stay, dance with the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem