POETRY

Mistral,
The Alcayaga of the Andes

"Iba espesando la noche y creciendo la locura." G. Mistral, 1922

Conquered in her innocence a crystal transparent vase.
Her soul was shattered by cruel destiny,
When a lover´s brains exploded quenching a bullet´s fire.
She, the loved one.
The dear one of many a song
accepted his parting as her own.
And said: "The rosy ship of his life stopped".
Then, she left his suicidal plays,
"Russian roulette" she expressed.
He lay there,
a "Chesterfield" burning on his left hand,
a picture of Lucile his beauty queen
floated down blood river;
and a cry was heard: Judge me well,
pure, my name is a golden ring.
j.a.canto, MBA