| My Favorite poem: A POEM TO BE READ AND SUNG I know there is a person Who looks for me in her hand, day and night, Finding me, every minute, in her shoes. Doesn't she know that the night is buried With spurs behind the kitchen?
I know there is a person composed of my parts, To whom I fuse when my waist goes galloping in its exact pebble. Doesn't she know that the coin that appeared with her portrait won't return to her coffer?
I know the day, but the sun has escaped me; I know the universal act she did in her bed with another's courage and that warm water, whose superficial frequency is a mine. Is this person, perhaps, so small that even her own feet step on her?
A cat forms the boundary between her and me, right next to her share of water. I see her on the corners, she opens and closes her robe, earlier a questioning palm tree... What can she do but change weeping?
But she looks and looks for me. It's a story! BY CESAR VALLEJO-translated in 1997 | 
