Atardece en la vida, entre descosidos,
entre rotos de nuestras vidas deshilachadas,
Anochecer entre los cristales rotos de las botellas,
entre cocteles que hacen doler en el hígado el olvidar.
Mientras nos atenazan el duro frio del invierno,
atardece en los días que se nos acaban,
y la esperanza se nos fue por ahí,
mientras olvidamos todo,
mientras el alma
se queja .
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SUNSET
It grows late in life, among the frayed seams,
among the tears of our unraveling days.
Twilight settles through the shattered glass of bottles.
through cocktails that make forgetting ache in the liver.
While the harsh winter cold grips us,
the days fade as they slip away,
and hope wandered off somewhere,
while we forget everything,
while the soul
complains.
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V2
SUNSET
It grows late in life,
among the frayed seams,
among the tears of our unraveling days.
Twilight settles through the shattered glass of bottles.
through cocktails that make forgetting ache in the liver.
While the harsh winter cold grips us,
the days fade as they slip away,
and hope wandered off somewhere,
while we forget everything,
while the soul complains.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2025 08:49
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Comments1
It cools as darkness grows. This poem speaks from extending shadows of age. A most lovely write. A fave
Thank you for your kind words
You are most welcome
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