Tres Puertas
Extrechinato Y Tú
Three Doors
A single door out of three, open.
A single door.
In front, the mountain.
The immense cloud passes;
all hers... all his.
Hurricanes of winds;
semi-parallel walking rain
and all over the mountain joyful, natural funerals,
of dead leaves.
The earthly hairs dance all the same
to the sound of invisible trumpets coming from the seas.
Autumn has arrived; death has arrived...
But not for everyone!
Today leaves and animals will die.
But they will not die forever and, in their transformation tomorrow,
they will give
with more warmth
to the earth,
from their death,
the day after tomorrow,
sprouts of hope.
And I have not died.
I rejoice in the rain
and I rejoice in the wind.
If I'm cold, I warm up;
if I'm afraid, which I'm not!,
I whisper and think...
and for tomorrow
I have already eaten my little ration of hope.
A single door out of three, open.
A single immense door.
