Antonio Justel Rodriguez

ABANDONED LAND


...and no, no one will come here anymore, no one will spend their afternoons in the autumn sun
nor will anyone repair the damage of time and silence,
nor will anyone remember that right there, under the plums and willows,
I begot my son;
...the wind will pass by howling in winter, and even the wolves, the crows and the fogs
They will pass wounded by loneliness and go very far,
for they will fear their encounter with immense anguish
that exhale the doors and the broken stones, the fallen eaves,
the hostile and abandoned land;
No one will find the trace of an almond tree in bloom,
no one the sea,
no one a path,
nor anyone, no one a light;
...and if this enormous damage results to the chest, without further ado, irreparable,
a wound of love, atrocious and revived, grips his pain and destroys the words.
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Antonio Justel/Orion of Panthoseas
https://www.oriondepanthoseas.com
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Published on e-Stories.org on 12/13/2023.

 
 

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