Regresa de tu nostalgia / Antonia Palacios

Return from your nostalgia

Return from your nostalgia. Watch the sun burn the leaves. Dance again. Turn in the middle of the patio beside the cypress tree bending its sadness, its vast mute sadness, leaning and breathlessly touching the edge of the water. What does it matter that you find yourself alone? Recover old habits, return to hope carrying in your hand the chalice of a flower stripped of its petals.




{ Antonia Palacios, Ese oscuro animal del sueño, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 1991 }