
Borges,
the Argentinian,
committed the sin of being happy.
Jesus,
from Las Tunas,
sings about his verses,
nostalgia,
the road,
the wind,
the rain,
the night,
poetry, and someone's eyes.
I listen to him, and the night
becomes your eyes,
the rain your skin,
the road my aimless wandering
since you threw me into the abyss.
Nostalgia,
the wind…
The wind,
your scent.




Borges,
el argentino,
cometió el pecado de ser feliz.
Jesús,
es de Las Tunas,
canta sobre sus versos,
la nostalgia,
el camino,
el viento,
la lluvia,
la noche,
la poesía y los ojos de alguien.
Yo,
le escucho y la noche
se torna tus ojos,
la lluvia tu piel,
el camino mi deambular sin rumbo
desde que me lanzaste al abismo.
La nostalgia,
el viento…
El viento,
tu olor.



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Love your poetry, @roswelborges!
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