Mecanismes
Antònia Font
Mechanisms
I’ve seen a river in Paris
Next to its gray tower.
I’ve seen a torn umbrella,
All the mechanisms.
A man and his woman stopped
Talking quietly with a cat.
The woman unfolds and folds,
All the mechanisms.
And it rains on a normal day,
The grass turns green and comes alive.
He throws the broken umbrella,
All the mechanisms.
And a fluttering piece flies
Like a wounded insect,
Stuck in the grass forever,
All the mechanisms,
All the mechanisms,
All the mechanisms,
All the mechanisms ...
