The hours... (The aviary)

The hours....

Inmersed in that instant

The hours of the day are stuck;

The dragged ashes of the night

In which I wake up all covered of memory...

Each step take me to the empty of the daybreak,

And I cross the shadows, the sinister

Where you seduce with a look

While, still in the eco, your footstep

Absobs me in the time, resounds.

                                Hugo Ramírez Rosales.

          (Translated from the Spanish by Hugo R.)