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VICENTE GERBASI
Gold
I see the gold
with your hermetic effigies
in the reflection
and the reversal of animals
that have found a new blindness
in the moon.
I’ll take you to the grape
trees
with round leaves
that oscillate in the afternoon
between the flowing coins
in the surface of the sea
Though the night
an indecipherable number of
planets
lead us to the branches
that shine resplendencent
in your secret lagoon.
[From Retumba