THE STILL WINDOW

 Slowly time drips upon the windowpanes
of the still window,
and my winged anxiety crosses the air
toward the new moon,
lifting a clamor of jasmine blossoms
within a landau of stars,
redeeming tormented gray clouds
in pursuit of beauty.

And still it keeps dripping on the panes
when the sensual lightning kisses the sphere,
and the amaranth opens
beyond the still window;
on the other side joy is singing,
here the burden of toil weeps,
tedious and repeated,
within walls of sorrow.

Slowly time drips upon the windowpanes
of the still window,
hammering sobbing desires
within the narrow chamber of the cell;
it drips into the brain,
the soul moans tense and captive.
May time come to an end!
That slow time striking against the glass! 

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

Pintor: Robles Muñoz

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