Llueve En Agosto de 1981
Noel Nicola
It Rains In August 1981
Damn rain today,
that doesn't even let you arrive on time.
Damn rain today
that only reminds me of your breath.
It rains, you haven't arrived
and a sparrow loses its wings,
the dust accumulated on my window
warps it and turns it into a map.
It rains, the walls of my house crumble,
the vulture world comes and perches on my back
with its antilife, anti-love, anti-word.
Damn rain today,
that makes me see the world in black and white.
Damn rain today,
tear in the glass of the wind.
It rains, a southern cone, twisted cross, swastika,
Chinese shadow of betrayal, great counter-march,
an apartheid is like a gash in the entrails.
It rains, a confused and trapped Poland,
a Savior saving hope in blood,
a beheaded reason in Guatemala.
It rains and now the rain today is poison even if you arrived,
a song stuck in the throat,
a burst of neutrons in the soul.
