Pablo’s Little House by Alfonso Guillén Zelaya
Pablo’s little house, was green and stretched
like a wing in the sea;
and in the high tides it resembled a life
that, out of fear of shipwreck, began to pray.
Pablo’s little house, was always adorned
with jungle vines and flowers: it was the altar
where the sun and the birds, at every dawn,
celebrated the first mass of the place.
Pablo’s little house, later became deserted,
without masses and without flowers, like a dead rose!
They now say that Pablo wanders endlessly.
And from the humble space where he made his nest,
which barely survives, preventing oblivion,
four defiant posts endure the blows of the sea.
