Mario Rivero (Colombia)
Por:
Mario Rivero
Traductor:
Constante Lardas
Love is something that comes and heats you up
once. And only for one instant,
-if it comes at all-.
And after this habit of heat,
once again, Ah! It leaves us dying alone.
In these silences! This abandoning yourself
to be transported beyond the counter tops
| of the bars, |
and beyond good and evil.
Love is a puncture. An odor that disappears,
| actually, |
and tell us -I was here-.
-fragrant flowering woad- in the rare and tenuous
| sensation of perfuming, |
in the already empty room-
Última actualización:
26/06/2021
