La ciudad era un enjambre.
Mis oidos no resisten los enjambres.
Aterrorizado, corrí, y corrí.
Ahora, en silencio, escucho todas las noches, el lejano zumbido,
pero, vos, abeja, jamás me alcanzarás.
The city was a swarm.
My ears do not stand the swarms.
Terrified, I ran and ran.
Now, in silence, I hear every night, the distant hum,
but you, bee, never reached me.
me encanta tu entrada, y el poema que lo acompana.
ReplyDeleterun run into the day, run into the night, run into the city, until you reach the place of -finally- siLEncE...
ReplyDeleteLovely, the eyes say so much.
ReplyDeleteWonderful. love the numbers
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