Sobre Mi Sombra
José Larralde
About My Shadow
A blue horsefly weaves the siesta
over the four directions of the afternoon
a tiredness of sun walks the paths
that enters the rivers of the blood.
In the anvil of the grass the cicadas
are breaking pieces of the afternoon
and I am standing here on my shadow
with veins open in the air.
Her pink skin passes on a cloud
a ceibo paints her mouth with anxieties
and her hair flutters in the wind
over the sea of wheat fields.
Every subtle scent is a desire
in this solitude of solitudes.
And I am standing here on my shadow
with veins open in the air.
A blue horsefly... weaves the siesta
over the four directions... of the afternoon
a tiredness of sun walks the paths
that enters the rivers of the blood.
Every subtle scent is a desire
in this solitude of solitudes.
And I am standing here on my shadow
with veins open... in the air.
