Formigues

A beautiful flat
I had as a cradle
Like the window
The Sun sees no other
I was the ant
Of its plain and scrubland
Of the swallow's farmhouse
Of the nightingale's field

I saw beautiful lands
More than one city
I climbed the mountains
Of the high Montserrat
I went down to Barcelona
The pearl with which the wave
Enriched centuries ago
The ancient Principality

At home, I have ants
I found them one morning
On the kitchen marble
And no product made them flee
To the crack they came from
I sprayed a deadly poison
And, sealing it well with putty
They came out through the bathroom sink
Then with a stream of water, I could reduce them
They lost everything, confused in a whirl

Some remained solitary
And it was almost amusing
As soon as I forgave them
I tortured them between two fingers
But, with days turning into weeks
I caught them in groups
On the table's legs
Growing strong inside some apricots
And I no longer found it funny to clean the dining room
Silver rows disappearing on the balcony

And today, as I stretch
The darkness brings a noise
A silence of ants
Has broken the calm of the night
The handful in my right hand
Is what I first noticed
The handful climbing up
On the left, what worried me
And I wanted to sit up
And now I'm here, standing tall
The tile squares are slippery
The living plaster eats the wall

I hear them working, they've taken over the hallway
They've blocked the door, they won't let me out
They have extra energy, persisting in the nests
I shake them off my ears, mouth, and nostrils
At home, I have ants, they appeared one morning
They lack respect, they'll end me!
Logic doesn't lie, Science brings us here
I swallow many more than I can handle
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