I have died once more | Soloescribe concurso #26 [Esp-Eng]

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_{...I continue writing to the echo of the viscera...}

_{Yelaine Martínez Herrera (@yelainemh)}

I have died once more
for the simple sin of hanging up my wings.
I am the one who kneels
without feeding the doves.
An orphan without illusions,
without rice,
without anyone trying to kill me
because I have already died.
I write about the viscera
and they are not even my viscera.
The watches
and the knives
are watches and knives
of someone who doesn't know,
but it doesn't matter;
when one is dead,
the rice,
the sin,
the watches,
the knife,
the sign,
and the superficial phrase
of someone who says that history
is different now are all that matters.
History
drives me to write
once more,
for the simple sin
of hanging up my wings.

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_{...sigo escribiendo al eco de las vísceras...}

_{Yelaine Martínez Herrera (@yelainemh)}

He muerto una vez más
por el simple pecado de colgar mis alas.
Soy quien se arrodilla
sin dar de comer a las palomas.
Un huérfano sin ilusiones,
sin arroz,
sin nadie que procure matarme
porque ya he muerto.
Escribo sobre las vísceras
y ni siquiera son mis vísceras.
Los relojes
y los cuchillos
son relojes y cuchillos
de alguien que no sabe
pero no importa;
cuando uno está muerto
da igual el arroz,
el pecado,
los relojes,
el cuchillo,
el cartel
y la frase superficial
de quien dice que la historia
ahora es diferente.
La historia
me lleva a escribir
una vez más,
por el simple pecado
de colgar mis alas.