poem

green that I want green green wind to you green branches. the boat on the sea and the horse in montana. with the shade in the waist, she sounds in its railing, green meat, green hair, with eyes of fria green silver that I want to you green. under the gypsy moon, the things estan it watching and it cannot mirarlas. green that I want green great frost stars to you come with the shade …

…leaving a blood sign leaving rasto of tears shook in the farolillos tile roofs of tin plate thousand panderos of crystal herian the dawn. green that I want to you green, green wind, green branches both compadres raised. the long wind left in the mouth a rare taste of hiel, mint and basil. Compadre where this your bitter nina? whichever times it hoped to you, fresh face, black hair, in this green railing ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**