hay polvo sobren mis manos::there is dust on my hands

 hay polvo sobre mis

manos

sacudo pero hay polvo

antes no lo tenía

ni siquiera esta cara

gruesa y macilenta

tocan o suenan

metales de lejos

suenan

hay polvo y ya

es tarde

arrinconado pienso mis

ojos ellos no ven

sino el campo

tienen polvo viejo

y seco

recuérdalo.

Reynaldo Pérez Só

25 poemas

Editorial Fundarte, Caracas, Venezuela (2011)

there is dust on my

hands

I agitate them but there is dust

before it wasn't there

not even this face

thick and haggard

they touch or sound

metals from afar

sound

there is dust and

it's late

cornered I think my

eyes they don't see

but the field

they have old dust

and dry

remember it.

Reynaldo Pérez Só

25 poems

Editorial Fundarte, Caracas, Venezuela (2011)