At morning, the sky is blood
pouring from the cup of Aries
over brown gingerbread apartments.
A girl exits and hits the stairs to smoke
all day, trata pensar, ¿Qué puedo hacer
para detener la sangre que viene?
Time and again, the world shatters
like an egg, y nunca una solución.
At evening, she sinks with the sun
into quiet oblivion.
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Editor’s Translation Notes:
¬—the title: Prophetic Day
—trata pensar, ¿Qué puedo hacer/ para detener la sangre que viene?
[she tries to think, What can I do/to stop the blood that’s coming?]
—y nunca una solución
[and never a solution]
Image credit: abstract background (Commericals-Production), House design (pngtree) and young lady in silhouette (getdrawings.com)
