Lazybones
They will continue wandering, these
things of steel among the stars, and worn-out men will still go
up to brutalize the placid moon. There, they will found their
pharmacies.
In this time of the swollen grape,
the wine begins to come to life between the sea and the mountain
ranges.
In Chile now, cherries are dancing,
the dark, secretive girls are singing, and in guitars, water is
shining.
The sun is touching every door and
making wonder of the wheat.
The first wine is pink in color, is
sweet with the sweetness of a child, the second wine is able-bodied,
strong like the voice of a sailor, the third wine is a topaz,
is a poppy and a fire in one.
My house has both the sea and the earth,
my woman has great eyes the color of wild hazelnut, when night
comes down, the sea puts on a dress of white and green, and later
the moon in the spindrift foam dreams like a sea-green girl.
I have no wish to change my planet.