Impossible not to notice
what we were losing,
dusk closing
like a celestial fan,
night arriving
encrusted with jewels
and full of omens
as always, stars winking
with malignant insistence.
But the gentle morning
painted the black night blue,
and the enemy stars
were swallowed by the light
while we sang peacefully
with no catastrophe
and no guitar.
–lines from five poems by Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto
