FATES
Slow, heavy, steps as if from
ancient nights of unknown years,
echoes of steps on cobblestones,
lost steps, long forgotten,
secret laments of plaintive souls,
weak, small bodies, enervated
faces hiding in the darkness,
big eyes, black, shadowy,
groans rising from Hades
ghosts stooping, black-cloaked,
why do you leave your graves
night after night, visible but silent,
only walking with the mute
laments of plaintive souls?
Libros Libertad 