TONIGHT

... while the rain roars and whips and whistles the wind on the black and bies of reason,
- And about life, and about freedom -
Two lethal crótas, which synthesis of the world, rising about my eyes, is the night;

... I can feel the concern to project your fury against the poplars,
hit television, radios, mobile, whatsapp, computers,
or throwing a cluster of stars to the huge voracity of this black and cloudy hole that is my being;

... there were, then, quantum music, groan, the superfuerza of the older God is tense,
His law and rings, his linen,
While I, and here, tied to the heart in spectral silence, I listen to pass their iron cars
On this indolent and mine self, parasite and mortal, without song or virtue;

... who will turn on the garden fires again, the roses,
And who, who will yield, in his pain and usury, his part of struggle and piety to be able to cry and cry,
And, still, still be able to beat!

... tonight excessive, deep and terrifying, all of it, it fits in me.
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Antonio Justel
https://www.otriondepanthoseas.com
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