Otoño

I thought we met in spring,
but it was already autumn.
Your affections fell away
to rot around me;
plucked by the cooling wind.
My novelty faded
with the first breath of winter’s night;
Familiar streetlights guide me back
to my lonesome world.

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Cesar

I’ll hang myself by silk
from the rafters of my mind,
and sway with the wind,
like a calm and restful tide

I’ll end it all at night,
in the silent gaze of stars;
They’ll sigh down on the Earth
at the life that’s come to pass.

They’ll bury me in winter
on a sunny, icy day;
They’ll say I was so happy,
then forget, and walk away.