In that place from which we cannot escape,
in that exile we cannot hide.
In that heartbeat smothered by the noise of music,
as the world crumbles
and the walls fall.
In those earthquakes, in those fires of the earth,
planetary castaways, drowned in the parched earth,
distracted by sounds of distraction,
in that world that sways beneath us
in irrational throes.
Creaks of decay,
of a world drowned,
amid the sickness
of its dusk.
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RUIDO
En ese lugar del que no podemos huir,
en ese destierro que no podemos ocultar.
En ese latir que se tapa con ese ruido musical,
cuando se desmorona el mundo y caen los muros.
En esos terremotos, en esos fuegos de la tierra,
náufragos planetarios, ahogados en el secano,
distraídos con sonidos de divertimentos,
en ese mundo que se nos tambalea
entre estertores irracionales.
Crujidos de la decadencia,
de un mundo ahogado,
entre lo insano
del ocaso.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments2
Here nature vs humanity and all its bustle one compares the virtues of the former to the chaos of the latter. Well written Carlos
My friend, what really caught me here is the overwhelming atmosphere. Everything feels unstable, exhausted, and close to breaking apart…and that gives the poem a real sense of dread. Strong work, Carlos. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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