Álvaro Miranda (Colombia)
Por: Álvaro Miranda
Traductor: Nicolás Suescún
Here it is told how a storm reproduces the days
of violence, those that strikes with terror
the humanity of women
wets the goatee beard of a god.
in the depths of the sea and of night
becomes blue as a hen’s leg.
Under this storm life can be shipwrecked,
the invisible nothingness that knocks
its void against all.
I have seen a storm grow in my country,
the black mane of lightning
falling on the dead women.