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MI MUGRE
La mugre a sus espaldas
con un peso de conciencia
cabizbaja su mirada perdida
en la soledad de sus pasos
levantando el polvo sus pies
desnudos y estriados.
El peso de su mugre muerta
le hundía como un puñal
lastimando su miedo
en medio de la soledad
qué abrumaba de locura
su pensamiento perdido.
La mugre de sus años
lo llevan al campo santo
cuatro columnas su peso
soportan la conciencia
qué inerte lo llevan al sepulcro.
MY DIRT
The filth on his back
with a weight of conscience
head downcast his gaze lost
in the solitude of his steps
raising the dust on his bare, grooved feet.
The weight of his dead filth
pierced him like a dagger
hurting his fear
in the midst of the solitude
which overwhelmed his lost thoughts with madness.
The filth of his years
carries him to the cemetery
four columns, their weight
support his conscience
how inert they carry him to the grave.
