[EN-ES] BlockchainPoets Weekly Prompt | Smoke Puffs on D-Day | Bocanadas de Humo el dia D

in #poetry4 months ago (edited)

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Drops are falling on the street,
It looks like a Normandy thunderstorm,
the asphalt puddles explode
Splashing steps full of scarlet stockings,
-So wild, so violent-
Housewives rummage through their saddlebags,
Searching for their remaining allowance bullets,
They all want the dreamed booty
The golden doll, the purple bicycle;

I sip a smoky coffee of sighs.
the cigar is extinguished like December,

someone has fallen as the door was cut,
Another was hit with the grandmother's umbrella
Who managed to raise for her grandson a two-colored ball,

I unwrap a tangerine and smile,
Old age fades away and I remember mother
With her gift wrapped in cloth
That day with a bright, innocent look,
In front of a notebook and the colored box
The one who stole our Christmas Eve roast;

Time went by and no one was left
The afternoon fell and the rain became a storm of lights.
Christmas comes, the last innocence is gone,

a smoker, bankrupt, waits, alone, for a gift of eternity.


[Spanish Version]

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Caen gotas sobre la calle,
Parece una tromba en Normandía,
explotan los charcos del asfalto
Salpicando pasos llenos de medias escarlata,
-Tan salvaje, tan violentas-
amas de casa revuelven sus alforjas,
Buscan sus restantes balas de mesada,
Todos quieren el botín soñado
la dorada muñeca, la bicicleta morada;

Tomo un café ahumado de suspiros.
el cigarro se extingue como diciembre,

ha caído alguien mientras la puerta se cortaba,
Otra fue golpeada con la sombrilla de la abuela
Que logró alzar para su nieto una pelota bicolor,

Destajo una mandarina y sonrío,
La vejez se desvanece y recuerdo a madre
Con su regalo envuelto en paño
Ese día de mirada brillante, inocente,
ante una libreta y la caja de colores
la que nos robó el asado de nochebuena;

Pasaron los tiempos y nadie quedaba
La tarde caía y la lluvia se transforma en tormenta de luces
Llega la navidad, se va la postrera inocencia,

un fumador, en bancarrota, espera, solo, un regalo de eternidad.


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Images AI from: https://wepik.com/es/inteligencia-artificial

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