Yearning
poema de Mario Waits
The roar of the silent forest
shaking me the dust coming from my desert spirit.
Where can I find my brother?
soul mate on hold, so absent,
perhaps in Patagonia
there he is screaming my name
I am hearing nothing but the rain
after hugging trees maybe will change my life
because I am feeling myself so weird,
as an orphan herbarium.
Suddenly I become a sound
just a brief sob
an impossible song to remember
a phantom pain against the brave.
Tomorrow
I will hustle back to the routine matinee
In the enormous city
labyrinthine streets under threatening tomahawks
between elbows, riots,
and extraordinary beings
ordinaries.
Trad. Jaime Augusto Shelley.
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