With a raindrop calming it Rescued, by a speeding surfer But there was no land ahead, I knew I was moving further I had my eyes tight shut, The man said, Hang on. And I plunged before that thought, Whoosh! A scuba diver caught me Cramming the spares he had, Then, we moved on seeing the beautiful aqua But soon I started to suffocate- He forsake me like any other fish I started to drown, Going lower and lower to the ocean floor Desperately calling out- When a light lit up on my bedside, And an angel said, Good morning, my dear.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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