LA MUERTE MERODEA

LA MUERTE MERODEA La muerte merodea en el ambiente con su ritmo casquivano frecuente, de carrozas fúnebres se ha vestido en flores de rojo y amarillo. Hoy vi pasar a la muerte iba de luto y con la cara compungida. Llevaba en su espalda a los fallecidos por el virus, a algún huérfano de amor y medicinas. Su cara era negra y obtusa, sus zapatos repiqueteaban amargura, su boca era agria y dura. Sus pestañas olían a formol su mirada era un ataúd sin vida. Autora: Edith Elvira Colqui Rojas-Perú-Derechos reservados

ROUNDS OF DEATH

death lurks in the air

with its often outrageous pace

of funeral carriages has been dressed

in red and yellow flowers.

Today I saw death pass

He was in mourning and with a sad face.

He carried on his back those who died from the virus,

to some orphan of love and medicine.

His face was black and obtuse,

his shoes clinked bitterly,

his mouth was sour and hard.

His eyelashes smelled like formaldehyde

his gaze was a lifeless coffin.

 

Author: Edith Elvira Colqui Rojas-Peru-Rights reserved