Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Raphael Rubinstein, "Deciphered from an Old Retablo"

Accomplished nothing! Alberto, Carlos, Florencio,
gang of my youth! Old poems yellow in the boxes
money was no help, finding
Divine guidance was a joke, and now traces of
the Solitude are all that remains. The intercession
was a mirage; our Muse went elsewhere to live her life.