Sun about to die

The car broken down

And a smell of spring
Remains as the air sweeps by

a song


One afternoon much like this
I looked for you in vain

In the fog covering the roads
I kept finding myself

And in the smoke of my cigar
A lost bird

Nobody answered

The last pastors drowned

And the stray sheep
Ate flowers and did not give honey

The wind that went by
Piles up their wool

Between the clouds
Holding my tears

Why cry once more
about what I've cried already

And since the sheep eat flowers
Sign that you went by

by Vicente Huidobro

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