Sol 5.6

  1. You are nothing but a grasp of wind

    With the days, you become merely a memory

  2. Even the roads you were addicted to walking along

    Will be afflicted by the malady of forgetfulness

  3. And they will not remember that you were their most faithful friend

    Your feet kiss their surface

  4. And the grass at their edge awakens

    And sleep quarrels with its eye

  5. ،

    If it hears the tread of your shoe,

    So weave your elegy from this moment on

  6. And hang it upon your horizon

    So that you may drench your bier with it

  7. And know

    That no one peers out at you from the window of longing

  8. Except the bitter grapes

    And the figs of failure, destined for one like you

  9. And except a wallet in which you used to arrange your disappointments

    And make certain

  10. That the radio will be astonished when it sees you

    And there is no one to mourn you

  11. And even the television

    Is afflicted by the malady of silence

  12. If, alone, you become a feast for solitude

    Or say: rust

  13. ،

    Covering the face of time, steeped in gloom,

    Your days are yours

  14. In their garden, plant your moments

    Indeed, you are their moment

  15. Indeed, you are a grasp of wind pursued by the unseen

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