Written six years ago on the eve
of the United States’ invasion of Iraq,
night of a full moon.
Fernando Botero
of the United States’ invasion of Iraq,
night of a full moon.
Fernando Botero
Luna perseguida por perros
La luna plena entra
por mi ventana;
sus enaguas blancas
llenan el cuarto.
Me persiguen los perros —
dice — Mira,
mira como me han
desgarrado las faldas;
hay una bola
de perros enloquecidos
sueltos en el mundo.
Temo que mañana
mis enaguas se tiñan
rojas de sangre.
Hay perros rabiosos
sueltos en el mundo.
------© Rafael Jesús González 2008
----------------------(RUNES, no. 4, 2004;
----------------------CB Follet y Susan Terris;
----------------------derechos reservados del autor)
---Moon Chased by Dogs
The full moon comes
through my window;
her white skirts
fill the room.
I am chased by the dogs,
she says. Look,
look how they have
shredded my skirts;
there is a pack
of mad dogs
let loose in the world.
I am afraid that tomorrow
my skirts will be stained
red with blood.
There are mad dogs
let loose in the world.
------© Rafael Jesús González 2008
-----------------------(RUNES, issue 4, 2004;
-----------------------CB Follet & Susan Terris, eds.;
-----------------------author’s copyrights)
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