Sunday, May 12, 2013

7 moments for María

Map on the skin
the treasure found
written in time

Weaving clouds
adventure in the sky
kiss on the womb

the water on fire flying
it fruits in your body

You take from the ocean
the reflection in your eyes
shining moon

In the mountain
there is no tiredness or rush
only seasons

Your body kept
secrets of life
now the wind

Precious stone
embedded in your chest
there you remain.

María was my mother, May 3 1937, April 23 2010
© Adrian 2013
Translated from the Spanish by Nina Serrano
Original poem in Spanish HERE