Luis Alberto de Cuenca — “Alicia” — translated by Gustavo Pérez Firmat


A hundred degrees in the shade.
An empty highway vanishing into the horizon.
A borrowed Chevrolet ready for the junkyard.
A rocky pool in which to bathe.
A glass of beer at a local bar.
Two or three truckdrivers with whom to chat.
Two or three waitresses with whom to flirt.
A stunning twilight.
All of that in return for a rainy afternoon
under a shed with Alicia.