Llovía y no recuerdo si era viernes, Jueves o era domingo. Si, llovía. Las aceras borrosas se perdían Bajo un silencio agudo como un grito.
Llovía y no recuerdo si era tarde. En el aire flameaban las querencias Disolviéndose apenas, suspendidas Remotos amuletos del pasado.
Llovía y no recuerdo si era el frío Lo que nos sumergía. ¿Era la espera? En los andenes, huellas de miradas Eran hojas levísimas de un libro Apenas entrevisto, ya olvidado. September
It rained. Was it Friday, Thursday or maybe Sunday? Yes, it rained. The blurred sidewalks were lost In a silence as sharp as a scream.
It rained. Was it late? In the air flickered affections, Gradually melting, suspended, Remote amulets of the past.
It rained. Were we drowning In the cold? Was it the wait? At the platforms, furtive looks Appeared as the light sheets of a book, Barely noticed, already forgotten.