sailing
a drunken boat
daring
toward
unknown sunrises.
wondering out loud,
who says
the stunted adulthood of man?
forget the fantasy.
truth hides
in the mountains
deep
below
the
equator;
silver mines contamination;
cesar's
cold
chilled
cerveza
awaits
the
thirsty poet.
the valley is green,
it runs
beyond
the
sea.
(8-13-1993)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem