Concilio

En el unico instante en donde

yo

concilio conmigo

tal vez gracias a la suerte

me acompañan

estas hojas que no son ni

verdes

ni

marrones.

Hay un viento que  desploma

las ganas

y unas nubes

que mas alla de ser

vaticinio de una tormenta

me avisan

que el concilio

no tiene consuelo

y que ha terminado.

——

At the unique moment in which

I

give to me my consent

maybe due to luck

are here with me,

these leaves which are not

green

nor

brownish.

Here lays a wind that abolishes

desire

and such clouds

which do not foretell a storm

but rather, let me know

that the consent

has no consolation

And that it is over.  

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