I’m hired by La Nación, the same famous
Argentine newspaper that publishes my hero,
José Martí, the Cuban poet I think of as a mentor
even though I’ve never met him.
My editor wants one new poem each day.
It seems impossible, but I’m sure I can do it,
if I keep reading the verses of others, to find
inspiration.
Martí praises freedom, equality, and hope.
I treasure the same themes, but everyone says
that my style is completely new, musical rhythms
filled with colors that resemble paintings
by impressionists, the sentences in prose poems
made short, simple, and visual
by my love of art
and love of love.