This is my short reverent regard to the lovely poet Blanca Varela who passed away to the eternal life.
TO BLANCA VARELA
Chaco Gil
March 14, 09
The lady poet left her mark
over the death' path,
but with her own smile of the life
on each shore of her blue sea.
Her cardinal number was seven
It was the sign of her feverish heart
Now, the wise men don't remember
the puzzle of the hours.
Today is March from coast and ocean.
Blanca, your verses are going the distance
Yes, your 7 verses, "Camino de Babel"
"Puerto Supe" sings and weeps. Amen./=/
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