Conjunto residencial / Rafael Cadenas

Residential Grouping

You can listen to the wind again here.

It passes through the buildings, sways
the pine trees, freezes the drive-in theater.

Dweller from nowhere,
I can’t say to you: “Listen, listen,
be my spirit.”
There is only a waiting
at night,
but no one has the strength to speak to you
as they did in enthusiastic times.
You are what you are, a solitary voice
that resounds in the city suburbs.
The words they directed at you have also disappeared
like the hallucinatory leaves.
This is another world, there is no direction.

The wind, when it strikes,
punches into chaos.




{ Rafael Cadenas, Antologia, Madrid: Colección Visor, 1999 }