Al Horizonte de Un Suburbio
Pedro Aznar
To the Horizon of a Suburb
Suburb:
I see your vastness that deepens the outskirts,
I am bleeding out in your sunsets.
Suburb:
I hear you in the persistent, judgmental guitars
and in high benteveos and the tired noise
of the grass carts coming from the summer.
Suburb:
The space of a red patio is enough for me
to feel you as mine.
Suburb:
I know that furrows and alleys tear you apart
and the wind that changes you.
Suffering and stained suburb that is already in the skies,
I don't know if you are death. I know you are in my chest.
