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A poem by Herman G. Donis

S / T. (Detail) Oil on canvas. E. Muntañola

Lisboeta Market

spices, jasmine, star of Egypt,

cutlasses, lemons, cooing of doves, green

barrels oil, rye bread,

tiny gray birds and fresh-cut.

Books, magazines, worn by the sun.
old distant cities
drawings, watercolors. Children

slumber through the noise. Black eyes.

shirts, hats, linens, cakes, tapioca, corn cakes

, seals, plastics, watches backward images

fixed forever in old prints,

boulders, waves of heat, salt. Amalgam of odors.

Slippery fish and octopus spilling red,

meat, torn muscles, birds suspended on hooks,

Ceylon tea, the sound of water, mosaics Manueline,

scribbling on the blackboards, the golden twilight of the seats. People.


At the exit, on a board, lots of candy apples
bring you the scent of another sea.


That the source of life is a god,
there are infinite ways of knowing.


This poem by Herme G. Donis is in his book "Pilgrim Wanderings", published by Book of the Pexe, 1997, Gijón.