"Dios está de parte de los dictadores, casi todos mueren en sus camas.
Ahora no tengo nada, y ya nada importa de mí.
No conozco mi país y en él casi nadie me conoce a mí. "
Cena con un perro rojo








THE LAMP / poem by Sonia M. Martin





For your love
I waited all my life
With a burning lamp.
Spring ended fast,
The Summer ran away,
And holding my lamp
Soon came Autumn.
Love...don't pronounce a word,
For your love
I waited all my life
With a burning lamp
That my quivering hand
caressed.
Now, winter is here
The lamp is no more,
Love don't pronounce a word
My life has faded away.


©Sonia M. Martin

Translated from Spanish by Olga Y. Mancinelli

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