domingo, 29 de julio de 2012

The protected

Once more, we will listen attentively
The insolent torrent of your steps
And after filling the very dirty cups
We will see the serenity in your crying.

We will give them an entire onion
We will deny the apple on time
So that, not being early in the morning
The hour when their already meager essence

Turns their past in fragile leaf
Letting it without chest for wind
Without strength for any recoup

Like the wanderer who very thirsty
Exposes his ragged appearance for a drink
As if he were agile to change.