Antonio Justel Rodriguez
… Still, they are still slipping and running water drops
For your breasts trembling;
They still sing chicharas to the sound of noon
And the air from the stubble arrives and smells like pure fennel,
to Higuera and Tomillo;
... And even, the river murmurs still drunk, and your skin,
and the sun and light torvas to the freshness of the grass,
… And I come to remember now your bálagos and snows of August:
and the living knives with which you killed me;
... And still, I still remember that barefoot, and for days and days,
- Running and bleeding -
We were kissing all the thistles and stones of the earth.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 09/24/2023.