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BLOWING IN THE WIND AND THE SHADOWS DO MARCOS ANA

ELEGY FOR A VILLAGE

small village, so you met. Narrow streets
processions and masses, sweaty
grandparents in wheelchairs esparto,
fellow members in wars, famine and not found,
heads down to the passing of Master master
feet female mourners
talking dirty clothes in other roofs.

drunk, curse the time that has
[touched
life of marsh mud and clay
those who after the victory, had planted
in the face, the fear of his brothers.

some time the square was renovated
vestiges of the past, and opened the casino
bare feet.

Despite
healthier times in the body shines blue shrapnel wounds oozing
strife,
fetid stench of new sewers.

Someone planted a willow in the mud of despair which struck
trace metal, gutter
flowered poppies,
hidden stone marks the spot.

I'm back looking for the shade of weeping stone
clandestine
knock on the door of the old house

waiting for this pain medicine that will help me;
and scratch the ground with nails
returning to his village
memory and bury in tomb worthy.

That I've run into the night wound
cast bolts, the orchard sold
the senile neighbor sitting in the corner, more tired and wrinkled

with the lightness of the years spent
has whispered to me not return to the past.

Stroking his palm dim,
raising his shaven chin,
with whistle
broken from my lips I have whispered no memory, no life;
and I have gone head down, not knowing

When did this again People convicted.

the book the Beams and Shadows ( and www.bubok.com www.boludaca.bubok.com )