Twin figures are injured by lightning;
their graceful bodies to the slaughter go
from the accurate blow and unpredictable
that sever brutally from its stem the rose.
More will not be another May or September
for the mirrors of those fierce dawnings
of suns upon steels and glazed curtains
that promoted the glance of sidelong glimpses.
To the city boasting of your possession,
that is world reference for human mazes,
you were the north and needle to the bustle,
giving the scale, counting among the rare
taller buildings till the disgraceful cutting
that in your harvest indistinctly mowed.
albertotrocóniz / 11
albertotroconiz 