This little park is dedicated to an important poet with a simple stone inscription.

Pellerano was a man who moved to the Dominican Republic from Curacao, stayed, and also raised a daughter, Luisa Castro, who was one of the most influential woman writers of Latin America.

” La Nuestra, ” is a glowing statue in the park of a Dominican born poet and activist, Judith Burgos, who died of pneumonia in Harlem at the age of 39 who was, likewise, a shooting star.

Little niches pop up in the Colonial Zone as you walk, with simple signs on walls saying this was the residence of a past President, this was where a playwright wrote his searing social criticism, this was where a priest was martyred for his beliefs, this was where the first hospital in the New World was established.

Poets use few words but the words they use must fit exactly, contain enough punch to outlast time with time’s changes of culture, etiquette and politics. Poets write about grand things as well as things as minor as a cup of tea, a morning walk, or a cat sitting on a window sash as the sun rises on a bougainvilla bush outside the front porch.

This is a quiet little park towards the south of the Zona Colonia. on the same street as the Larimer Museo and the Cathedral at Parque Colon.

Societies recognize their fleeting spirits, the ones who touch clouds, see deeper and farther than the rest of us.

This park is a small intimate poem you read out loud to yourself on a warm March morning as you stroll the walkways.

 

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