REJUVENATED SOUL

 

Imagen de Tony Matas

 

It feels like the burden

carried on your shoulders.

It is like the day

that whips us and never ends.


It feels like the wind

that blows and never dies down.

Or the tide rising and falling

but never getting to a stop.


It feels like that power

that dominates us,

but never says a word.

The heart bits of that heart

that never rests.


It is like the desire

that inhabits the entrails,

that nobody can extirpate,

no matter how far they go.


They are the ideas that germinate

though they be bad ones.

It is that scent

that gets into you

and never leaves

no matter how much

you wash yourself.


Traducido por: Leticia del Toro García

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