NYU Black Renaissance Noire Spring 2015 - Page 76

By MANUEL ORESTES NIETO POEMS BY MANUEL ORESTES NIETO TRASLATED BY JAVIER MEDINA BERNAL Selected by Salvador Medina Barahona I had the honor of your eyes. Two printed documents where the coronation of the living could be read forever. A swarm of bees, a flock of sparrows filling the sea, an abode of words and the splendid explosion of the orchid on the edge of its violet dawn. I had the privilege of you. Of your flow and your waistline as a trace of sandalwood and bow. Your willpower made of metal and the imperceptible bas-relief imprint of your hands in the air. A certainty, an unfurling, an alloy of tenderness and courage, as the warm and honorable bell of your privileged resonance. 74 (From the book The Cristal Between the Light) BRN-SPRING-2015.indb 74 3/29/15 11:41 AM