Rafael Guillen

El Cafetal

I came with the rising sun and I’ve brought Nothing but two eyes, all I have, Simply two eyes, for the harvest Of grief that’s hidden in this jungle Like the coffee shrubs. Fewer,

Not Fear

Not fear. Maybe, out there somewhere, The possibility of fear; the wall That might tumble down, because it’s for sure That behind it is the sea. Not fear. Fear has a countenance; It’s external,

I Hardly Remember

I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you Floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry you in my depths, trapped in the sludge Like one of those corpses the