Augurio del Silencioso - Mirtha Defilpo, Litto Nebbia

Mis prójimos van cumpliendo

Una oscura profesía

Lo que menos le preocupa

Es lo que más los fatiga

Y distraen los aciertos

Y equivocan el torneo

Tanto infierno acumulado

Tantos dioses contrapuestos

Guerreros sin estirpe, generosa

Dejan sus muertos solos, de costado

Con un ojo llorando sobre el otro

Lavando su apariencia de soldado

Sugerentes heraldos del futuro

Pequeños aquelarres por cabeza

En su forma marchita y deshojada

La araña teje sus destinos de abeja

La araña teje su destinos de abeja…

My neighbors are fulfilling

a dark prophecy

Least Concerned

It is what fatigues them the most

And the successes distract

And they screw up the tournament

so much accumulated hell

So many conflicting gods

Kindless warriors, generous

They leave their dead alone, on their sides

With one eye crying over the other

Washing off his soldier appearance

Suggestive heralds of the future

Little covens per head

In its withered and leafless form

The spider weaves its bee destinies

The spider weaves its bee destinies…