Autumn rain that comes from the sky
that in the gray afternoon comes and goes,
I don't know if it's a joke or what it will be
but inside the room,
beyond sunrise
I don't know what vague sadness traps my being,
I know it rains in the city
And in the lonely forest

She too falls in the Prado
of a forgotten peasant,
she falls into the plow, if it's your taste,
in the bushes and in the distant valley.
© Alexis Hidalgo

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