En esta historia
fuimos septiembre
en la hoguera
de los días
furiosos, sin sentido.
Acechaba la sombra fúnebre,
cada día sin nombre,
la historia entierra la noche
y sus escombros en silencio.
Rolando Gabrielli2025
In this story
we were September
in the bonfire
of furious, senseless days.
The funeral shadow lurked,
each nameless day,
history buries the night
and its ruins in silence.
we were September
in the bonfire
of furious, senseless days.
The funeral shadow lurked,
each nameless day,
history buries the night
and its ruins in silence.
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