Sobre brazas de un carbón | Poesía [ES/EN]
Published on HivePostify by @roswelborges · Sat Sep 05 2026
Para migrar no hay que construir ceniceros ni barcos de papel. Es preciso la lluvia, un vendedor de vinos, una madre cocinando mientras construye poemas sobre brazas de un carbón sumergido en el agua. El barco, da igual construirlo en la misma hoja donde florecen las margaritas.
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To migrate, one need not build ashtrays or paper boats. What is needed is the rain, a wine merchant, a mother cooking while she crafts poems upon the embers of a coal submerged in water. As for the boat— it matters not if you build it on the very same sheet of paper where the daisies bloom.
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