Carlos Ramírez Vuelvas - EPISTLE FROM SAN PEDRO OF THE PINES

Joyous,
twenty years of accurate,
in full health of a haircut
are six in the evening on any given day
and I can see the echo of the sun through the window
Again I adjust the belt and get ready to contemplate,
with a flower on the lapel, arrival
hunger and hysteria
but other demons appear in the room
desire, thirst, anger
Rolled up his shirt and testing
the happiest face of a bad man
simple as using a handkerchief,
I purse my eyebrows
There is nothing to fear:
as it is known,
is another battle that also
I’m about to lose.