THE LOVE IS OVER WE HAVE THE WINE LEFT

 

CRAZY FEBRUARY

 

Ah crazy feverish

how fast you go

with your twenty-eight days

I miss the market of pleasures

mules for hire

that they did not give birth to a shoot

I listen to the egoists

always talking about themselves

I invoke heaven in my solitudes

White I am of perplexities

love is over

but the wine remains

gallant and strong Spain

I love you and I suffer in fugitive silence

Remembering you were the axis of the world

With the sword and the cross

of your captains

Tamers of the chained beast

And today we are nothing

lacrimae rerum

synallagmatic pacts

fierce wise men

that garlan incontinent

De omni re scibili

But Spain is like that

And so God made us

Glory to Saint Matthias

that the light and the shadows

They glow in equal parts

chained to the wheel

Of the toils and the days

The love died, we still have the wine

And little by little we go

grinding the wheat

 

Wednesday, February 15, 2023