PETRA

Silent you sigh

and nobody hears you.

Pure solitude keeps you

as if you were an eternal strawberry

whose sweet taste is bitter.

Shades of red sunsets

throbbing under the cracks

and can be hear echoes of the past

among your still rocks.

The desert dreams behind,

knowing that nothing disquiet you,

resigned to moulding sand

while you watch the sky attentive.

Any day

those who populated you will return,

they'll touch up your wounds,

they'll take up the ground,

you will be reborn in your ancestral life.

© Antonio Gómez Hueso