Su guante de seda ha cruzado mi rostro
Fuera la lluvia persigue a la noche
Sin descanso
Las palabras enredadas
en los acertijos de mi memoria
se niegan a doblegarse
El viento interviene
con un silbido pavoroso
que invoca un no se qué de humedad y tinieblas
Dentro sigue la lucha
Un poema esquivo
roza mi mente
es una fragancia
que antes de llegar se desvanece
El quieto murmullo apagado
se entrelaza con el silencio
Es la derrota
Muere la lluvia
Ya sólo es recuerdo
Al despertar
recordaré
que - casi - escribí un poema.
ENGLISH VERSION
Its silken glove has crossed my face
Outside, the rain pursues the night
Relentlessly
The words tangled
in the riddles of my memory
refuse to yield
The wind intervenes
with a terrifying whistle
that evokes a certain something of dampness and darkness
Inside, the struggle continues
An elusive poem
brushes against my mind
it's a fragrance
that vanishes before it arrives
The quiet, muffled murmur
intertwines with the silence
It is defeat
The rain dies
Now it is only a memory
Upon waking, I will remember
that I almost wrote a poem.
Foto propia tomadas con celular Infinix Smart 9 HD/
Own photo taken with Infinix Smart 9 HD cell phone
El texto fue creado sin IA /The text was created without AI
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