How I love forgotten places
How I love forgotten places.
The alleyway that no one travels,
the intimate shelter of the caves,
the rumorous gorge background
where water stagnates and insects
weave misty islands in the air.
To lie on the parapet of ancient bridges,
coated with brambles and litter
and listen to how the bees buzz
in the fragrant calm of the rosemary.
Approach the mystery of the houses
where they inhabit only the roses.
fading slowly on the ground.
Light penetration in the thicket
of secret places, where the passage
avid men do not disturb
the peace of the pebbles, or the holiday
parade of the lavender by the paths.
And, crossing the edge of the afternoon,
take the road back
feeling that suddenly accompanies me
the empty plenitude of the forgotten
Susana Benet
De «Lo olvidado» (2015)
The alleyway that no one travels,
the intimate shelter of the caves,
the rumorous gorge background
where water stagnates and insects
weave misty islands in the air.
To lie on the parapet of ancient bridges,
coated with brambles and litter
and listen to how the bees buzzin the fragrant calm of the rosemary.
Approach the mystery of the houses
where they inhabit only the roses.
fading slowly on the ground.
Light penetration in the thicket
of secret places, where the passage
avid men do not disturb
the peace of the pebbles, or the holiday
parade of the lavender by the paths.
And, crossing the edge of the afternoon,
take the road back
feeling that suddenly accompanies me
the empty plenitude of the forgotten
Susana Benet
De «Lo olvidado» (2015)
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