Enrique Servín

Dreaming in the Sierra Madre -Translated by Katherine Silver + Robin Myers

I leaned against the trunk of a tree.A few faint clouds dilated the sky, and the lightwas pure sweetness.Rocks spread out beneath the endless air,the color of embers or a fire’s agate.I breathed deeply, that’s all, under a tree. It was neither dawn nor a dream.That’s what the world was like.Gleaming, the pines were languid […]