CATALINA GONZÁLEZ (Colombia, 1976)


Mourning

While in the little mechanical box
the second and the minute hand struggle
I pursue my destiny.

I go from the bed to the pillow
from the pillow to oblivion.

Who
with his unbeatable fist
will kill the punctual monotony,
the hurry of the wait?

Translation by Nicolás Suescún


   
 
 

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