WITH THE SUNS OF SUMMER Poem by Fernando Linero

With the suns of summer
came the orders of leisure, of desertion.
In the morning dressed with seagulls
your breath was dew falling on the treetops
on clothes in the patios, on the cliffs of the seaboard.
When the dance wore out the metal of the trumpets
and cane rum kept away the sleep of the musicians
you bent down sweating birds,
your body like a midday full of fruit
laid down by my side.
The need in these streets of your half-opened
laughter, climbing walls in the afternoon
when the insects blacken the sky.
With the suns of summer came the orders of leisure
and after them an unconditional attachment to life.