A Poem by Irma Pineda, in Three Languages
The houses of your village have eyes
that seek the beach’s sandgrains
in the distance they see the sun
that doesn’t shine on their heads today
doesn’t brighten their shingle-tresses
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A Poem by Irma Pineda, in Three Languages
The houses of your village have eyes
that seek the beach’s sandgrains
in the distance they see the sun
that doesn’t shine on their heads today
doesn’t brighten their shingle-tresses
[...]
lithub.com/the-houses-o...