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