El Viejo Matias - Luciano Pereyra

La lluvia y el viento eran dos hermanos

Corriendo furiosos por el terrapln

Y en un banco oscuro mojado y mugriento

l se acomodaba su uniforme gris

El viejo Matas duerme en cualquier parte

Un fantasma errante le toca la piel

Pero cuando llueve sus despojos buscan

La estacin de chapas de Paso del Rey

Es cuco de nios y de no tan nios

Su figura triste cruzando el andn

Porque nadie ha visto sus ojos cansados

La cruz del olvido temblando en sus pies

A veces murmura cosas incoherentes

Habla de la guerra, imita el can

Y otras veces pone en sus ojos un nio

Y acuna en sus brazos su bolso marrn

Cuando llegan trenes repletos de obreros

Se pone contento, brilla su mirar

Gorrin de la tarde quiere hablar con todos

Y despus se queda solo en el andn

Se queda mirando las vas vacas

La luz que se pierde, el tren que pas

Y despus se aleja murmurando cosas

El viejo Matas ogro del lugar

The rain and the wind were two brothers

Running furious down the embankment

And on a wet and grimy dark bench

He was adjusting his gray uniform

Old Matas sleeps anywhere

A wandering ghost touches her skin

But when it rains the spoils of him seek

The Paso del Rey sheet metal station

He is cuckoo of children and not so children

His sad figure of him crossing the platform

Because no one has seen his tired eyes

The cross of oblivion trembling at its feet

Sometimes he mutters incoherent things

Talk about the war, imitate the dog

And other times he puts in his eyes a child

And he cradles her brown bag in his arms

When trains full of workers arrive

He gets happy, his look shines

Sparrow of the afternoon he wants to talk to everyone

And then he stays alone on the platform

He stares at the empty vases

The light that is lost, the train that passed

And then he walks away muttering things

The old Matas ogre of the place