Translated by Kristjanna Grimmelt


The snow came at night

With its gloves of cold wool

You watched it fall

Over the face of the trees

Snow smells of forgetting.



Moisés Villavicencio Barras - Sábado


Vino la nieve en la noche

con sus guantes de estambre frío.

Tú la mirabas caer

en el rostro de los árboles.

La nieve huele a olvido.

Published online June 01 2009.

The Green Issue cover image

This piece was published in ‘The Green Issue,’ the Summer 2009 issue of CV2.

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