Los días. (Poema)

in spanish •  10 months ago 



Imagen generada con la aplicación Wombo Dream

Las hojas del calendario
el tiempo que transcurre
los días siempre regresan
al lugar de donde partieron

Del infinito, de las ideas
de una febril necesidad
del Hombre por saber
donde se encuentra

En un mundo condenado
a terminar, en una época
que pronto pasará, los tesoros
de los días son los recuerdos.

English Version

The leaves of the calendar
the time that passes
the days always return
to the place from where they started

From the infinite, from ideas
from a feverish need
of Man to know
where he stands

In a world condemned
to end, in an era
that will soon pass, the treasures
of the days are the memories.

Nota: la presente entrada es de mi autoría y fue publicada anteriormente en mi blog de Hive.


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