Wrestling Micros Templates

Poetry Day


-La poesía de los días-





Arremetimos contra el tiempo sí,
que conspiraba,
guardaba su pena
y envidiaba,
perseguía nuestros pasos,
se atormentaba,
like a bad dream. We hid

impulses and words

prefer silence while he hesitated, and at one point

off soft stillness, we open the breasts

under the branches. We give our lives

in the dawn,

let all the sap flowing.
time blasted itself
already cried, wrapped in his blackness

that burned, like dry wood

freshly cut. Sleeping

tired and full of desire to continue planting


chat nights with lyrics by Madness,
fruit of the womb, sacred seeds

it snatched itself time.