Vicente Gerbasi

JUAN SANCHEZ PALAEZ

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The eyes of the owl

closed on the plain

of death

in the solitude

of horses

that die

looking at a star's path.

The eyes of the owl

closed watching the window

with one eye

on a squirrel

and another on the lightning.

The eyes of the owl

saw a horse

come into my house

forced to abandon

the plains,

the horse of an alley

in Paris

with its cart

full of cabbage.

The owl hid

in a chamber

of sadness,

in the poverty of the world

he saw his final shirt.

He put it on his father

who still loves him.

The owl

Juan Sanchez Palaez

deteriorated by skeletons.