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VICENTE GERBASI
Solitariness Corroded
Like he who looks for metals
below thunderstorms,
I appear in a dream.
There are savage animals in
my presence
a naked woman
between ferns of pure
creation.
The splendor of leaves
in the darkness of feelings.
She leads me to her absolute
paradise
to the peacocks that move planets,
over there I am the death
of the primary man
My bones are illuminated
In your proper solitary corrosion
Time passes in the wind.
[From Retumba