The Little Estrella Of Guayaquil Poem by Alexandro Johns

He accompanied her to the cemetery of Guayaquil
at the top of a hill
to visit the poor grave of her daughter.
The day was bright
but it was difficult to recognize
the clear memories in that place,
therefore they returned
happily heated.

Later they drank beer
and ended up at the hotel The Swan:
he never saw such dark bed sheets
and didn't hear a similar rain
while his youth flew
over her small body.

He returned soon to Santiago in search of work,
in the farewell he had nothing to give her
except a cigarrette case of golden metal
that she got happy as a souvenir.

Thus ended his first trip,
he was the boldest in his group of friends,
all of them, to his sorrow, became civil servants
after the coup of 1973.

Some time after he received a letter
- never answered -
in that she was asking him
forgive her handwriting
and for didn't know
where begin or end the words.