A punto de irse | Poesía [ES/EN]

A punto de irse,
jalan el gatillo,
disparan el proyectil,
cantan como el trovador
en la efímera ilusión
de los viejos y sus resabios.
Una poeta habla de pastizales,
asfixia,
el amor que mata,
los charcos y las verdades,
Cuba y sus cráneos,
el temporal y las minas,
el a degüello
que castiga el alma.
Entonces
quedan los aplausos.

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Just as they are about to leave,
they pull the trigger,
fire the projectile,
sing like the troubadour
amidst the fleeting illusion
of old folks and their lingering bitterness.
A poet speaks of grasslands,
suffocation,
love that kills,
puddles and truths,
Cuba and its skulls,
the storm and the landmines,
the slaughter
that punishes the soul.
Then
comes the applause.

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