Su guante de seda ha cruzado mi rostro
Fuera la lluvia persigue a la noche
Sin descanso
Las palabras enredadas en los acertijos de mi memoria se niegan a doblegarse
El viento interviene con un silbido pavoroso que invoca un no se qué de humedad y tinieblas
Dentro sigue la lucha
Un poema esquivo roza mi mente es una fragancia que antes de llegar se desvanece
El quieto murmullo apagado se entrelaza con el silencio
Es la derrota
Muere la lluvia
Ya sólo es recuerdo
Al despertar recordaré que - casi - escribí un poema.
ENGLISH VERSION
Its silken glove has crossed my face
Outside, the rain pursues the night
Relentlessly
The words tangled in the riddles of my memory refuse to yield
The wind intervenes with a terrifying whistle that evokes a certain something of dampness and darkness
Inside, the struggle continues
An elusive poem brushes against my mind it's a fragrance that vanishes before it arrives
The quiet, muffled murmur intertwines with the silence
It is defeat
The rain dies
Now it is only a memory
Upon waking, I will remember
that I almost wrote a poem.
Foto propia tomadas con celular Infinix Smart 9 HD/ Own photo taken with Infinix Smart 9 HD cell phone
El texto fue creado sin IA /The text was created without AI
Separadores y firma digital, arte de @ineyashami / Dividers and digital signature, art by @ineyashami
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