Spike Africa- President Of The Pacific Ocean

Siddartha, un poeta bajo la lluvia.

THE HOUSE OF RAIN

Outdoor burning afternoon sun roof
As the water falls
Accumulated every winter
They have passed through my eyes

open umbrellas Furniture
float their stories of visitors and relatives who traveled
your station by my memory

of the dishes and coffee chats
drained the last words
With the taste of sugar cubes
Y la siempre despedida de la puerta

Y yo empapado de toda esa agua
Esquivo objetos que me lloran su presencia
En medio de los truenos agazapados
En cada rincón de esta casa que no se rinde.