Catalina González (Colombia)
Por:
Catalina González
Traductor:
Nicolás Suescún
Mourning
While in the little mechanical box
the second and the minute hand struggle
I pursue my destiny.
I go from the bed to the pillow
from the pillow to oblivion.
Who
with his unbeatable fist
will kill the punctual monotony,
the hurry of the wait?