Escombros

Escombros

Fragmentos de tu piel
caen al suelo como pétalos
marchitos de violetas.

Camino y sin darme cuenta
los piso y los trituro
con la suela áspera de mis zapatos.

La lluvia de piel
continúa inundando
el mosaico viejo de tu casa.

Tus manos se han vuelto escombros.

Irónicamente
te observo y sonrío,
mientras lentamente…me alejo de ti.

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Debris

Fragments of your skin
fall to the ground
as withered petals of violets.

I walk and without noticing
I step and they crush
under the harsh sole of my shoes.

The rain of skin
continues to flood the aged texture
of your kitchen floor.

Your hands have become debris.

Ironically
I look at you and smile,
as slowly…I fade away from you.

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About Alejandro Cabada Fernández

Alejandro Cabada Fernández writes poetry and short story. His work has been published in a diverse series of publications in Mexico and the US. Proud of his Mexican heritage, he likes to promote the Spanish language in the Valley through his literary work and his music. He has a BA in Spanish and is currently pursuing a Masters in Spanish Literature at the University of Texas Pan American. He is the author of Escarlata: Un libro de poemas (2009) and Días de púrpura (2011), the second book in the Colors Trilogy, both from Editora Campamocha.