Reinaldo Perez Só

THREE POEMS OF REINALDO PEREZ SÓ

I

The room
is
empty
of something I'm looking for
grandfather
like you

II

this is a chair
just a chair
on it
my father sat down
my brohers
all
my best friends
now
it is alone
with nobody
a chair

III

We who we dream
we feel the dream prettiest
we die early
because we are not dreams
nor birds
and the air weighs us
although
we come back in each night
to die of another dream

Reinaldo Perez Só (Venezuela)
From the book: To die of another dream
Translated by Isaac Pereira