Poem
Carmen García
There is a room with no light
There is a room with no light. Its colors are dark. In it move the secrets that someone whispers in her ear while she sleeps. She is not aware of the coming of dawn. If the sun shines, its rays don’t come in. This is the room where ancient masses are held that rescue the memory of the dead. Her presence is a sacrifice. She still doesn’t understand.
© Translation: 2015, Sarita Palma
Hay una habitación sin luz
Hay una habitación sin luz
Hay una habitación sin luz. Sus colores son oscuros. Por ella transitan secretos que alguien le dice al oído mientras duerme. Si amanece ella no lo sabe. Si el sol ilumina su luz no penetra. En la habitación se celebran misas antiguas que rescatan la memoria de los muertos. Su presencia es un sacrificio. Ella todavía no lo entiende.
© 2015, Carmen García
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There is a room with no light
There is a room with no light. Its colors are dark. In it move the secrets that someone whispers in her ear while she sleeps. She is not aware of the coming of dawn. If the sun shines, its rays don’t come in. This is the room where ancient masses are held that rescue the memory of the dead. Her presence is a sacrifice. She still doesn’t understand.
© 2015, Sarita Palma
There is a room with no light
There is a room with no light. Its colors are dark. In it move the secrets that someone whispers in her ear while she sleeps. She is not aware of the coming of dawn. If the sun shines, its rays don’t come in. This is the room where ancient masses are held that rescue the memory of the dead. Her presence is a sacrifice. She still doesn’t understand.
© 2015, Sarita Palma
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