Pedro Aznar
Music Box
To the horizon of a suburb
TO THE HORIZON OF A SUBURB
(J.L. Borges-P. Aznar)
Pampa:< br/>I see your width that deepens the outskirts,
I am bleeding in your west.
Pampa:
I hear you in the tenacious sententious guitars
and in high benteveos and in the tired noise
of the grass carts that come from the summer.
Pampa:
The scope of a red patio is enough for me
to feel mine.
Pampa:
I know that they tear you apart
furrow and alleys and the wind that changes you.
Pampa suffers and macha that you are already in heaven,
I don't know © if you are death. I know you are in my chest.
Pedro Aznar: voice, guitar

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