Letter Service Disconnect

without leaving traces,

From the window of our blog, we share with all our friends this fourth book Sin leaving traces of the collection "Poetry in the distance," and we will open, little by little, the pages of it.

                                       

                                                  • Esteban Martinez Serra •





Interior snow

Nieva so softly that it is sad to note

the agony of the flakes on the railing.


My mother hangs the freshly rinsed


on the backs of dining chairs


while we look with disappointment


the extinction of a joy: a landscape


snow dull, defeated at last on the terrazzo.


My mother excommunicated pain-and old-


a stubborn animal shot. His eyes stop,


sometimes fragile icicles on things.


Over time I learned that, like snow,


memories of my mother were to be


the same soft, sad, given transparency .