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.
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