(Macorina)
You put your hand smooth,
warm on my knee;
a rite, what a wonder
when the hand talks.
So leave your hand immersed,
Inside, around me.
Touch the turkish blue sky,
But fixed in your head
That you made me the promise
To put your hand here.
I do not know what bolero you sing,
sad deserved matter
by someone who has not come,
I do not know what bolero you sing.
Bolero a bolero espantas
the facts that suddenly
they bothered your forehead
arbitrary that misfortune
and oblivious to this month of June
and their different song.
Words. You do not suspect
Do not listen to me, and where,
behind you who is hiding
that you do not take anything
to open doors and gaps,
to speak or to mute,
to be you, not to be,
the night that yesterday did not have
value where there was never
Want to leave and come back?
The poems belong to the book Two Brothers Bar edited in 2017 in the Robinson collection of Ediciones Matanzas
Big, very big Luis.