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Published On: Mon, May 26th, 2014

Poetry of Giovanni Rentas: Un Verano En Villalba

photo (11)Editor’s note: Everything happens for a reason. Giovanni sent me this poem almost a year ago and it was in my spam box. I found it three days ago and reached out to him apologizing and promising to get it up on the site this week. Yesterday while hanging out at the Loisaida festival, I had the pleasure of meeting Gio and his lovely date. It is so incredibly cool that this guy from NJ comes all the way to NYC to experience culture and connect with us. I hope to see him on a #CapicuCulture open mic soon. Urban Jibaro

Here it is… after a year of marinating in the sofrito olla…

 

Un Verano en Villalba

El pegao needs

To be scrapped

The olla scrubbed

La cena turns cold

It sits unloved.
“¡Buen provecho!”

As the moon
battles
The sun
For shine
El cuerpo quiere
Agua!
And
the
Sweat
dirt
Pain
Grey hairs
And Peeling hot flesh
Run Into drain…
These   pipes
Are ready to burst
These pipes for many years
Have been collecting
vain

Replenished
Body..
Is protected
With a passed down bata..

The Stars have finally pierced
Through the sky..
The News
Fill the room with the
Who
What where’s
And why’s..

But..
As “I” watch with
dismay
Mi “Abuelita”
For the fist
Time
“Sits….”

Hoy se fue
Just another day….

– Giovanni Rentas

#QueBonitaBandera

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Poetry of Giovanni Rentas: Un Verano En Villalba