ABOUT LIFE, THAT PASSES

Granada and León, cities
sisters, in the flaws
of the same qualities.
They talk a lot about projects,

for a dreamed future
that is announced and never arrives.
And the present turns dark
under the blind gloom
of politics: plague,
leprosy, curse, poison.
North, south, east and west
our country once full
has fallen into the horror
of emptiness: Liberal,
was it you? Conservative,
is it your fault? Which.

                        .....

Well, holding hands
let's go down the road
of men, as brothers,
who drink the same wine,

they start from the same bread,
within the same house,
while satan outside
enemy, passes and passes.