en todas partes hay flores acabo de descubrirlo escuchando flores para el oído lentas silenciosas apresuradas flores para el oído
caminando para la calle que un hombre rompe con un taladro sentí el horror de la primavera de tantas flores abriéndose en el aire y cerrándose de tantos ecos negros rizados pétalos arrastrándose hasta el borde del mar de tierra recién abierto
sé que un día de estos acabaré en la boca de alguna flor
Flowers for the Ear
flowers everywhere and just now I found them by listening flowers for the ear slow silent hastened flowers for the ear
walking toward the street being jackhammered apart I felt the horror of spring of many flowers blooming in the air and closing with many echoes curly black petals trailing to the edge of the seashore newly opened
I know that one of these days I will end in the mouth of some flower
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