ORLANDO VICENTE, URUGUAY, PUNTA DEL ESTE Just arrived from Cuba so many years ago and working in a family hotel where at the same time I lived in Punta del Este, a wealthy widow, a lonely client, twice my age and who talked a lot with me, began to deliver me a letter every morning. When I opened it, when I went to bed tired from work, I would open the letter and a smell of Jasmine permeated the entire page with poems by Delmira Agustini. I kept them and left them to read them at another time. That's how they slept in my book drawers until their time came years later: like a rose in its bud waiting for the light to open its petals, that's how Delmira Agustini waited to captivate me with her verses

 ORLANDO VICENTE, URUGUAY, PUNTA DEL ESTE Just arrived from Cuba so many years ago and working in a family hotel where at the same time I lived in Punta del Este, a wealthy widow, a lonely client, twice my age and who talked a lot with me, began to deliver me a letter every morning. When I opened it, when I went to bed tired from work, I would open the letter and a smell of Jasmine permeated the entire page with poems by Delmira Agustini. I kept them and left them to read them at another time. That's how they slept in my book drawers until their time came years later: like a rose in its bud waiting for the light to open its petals, that's how Delmira Agustini waited to captivate me with her verses