William Osuna (Venezuela)
Por:
William Osuna
Traductor:
Nicolás Suescún
PROMETEO
Latinoamerican Poetry Magazine
84-85. July 2008.
Prayer of the Tiger
Tiger
with worn-out fangs
Old tiger
without stripes
You look like this geography
coming towards me
Where thoughts are curved
And I prowl with the birds
Of expulsion now and in the hour
of our death
Dead deaf Tiger
like a country of thieves (excuse me
but you say it that way)
Your blood runs
Your blood that capers like the ire of a crazy colt
Thus shines your honor
And your pace is more beautiful
We the losers
bless you.