Poem "Poesia" | Time "Tiempo"

^{Grow old,
What a strange feeling.
Have I lived long?
Have I lived very little? I don't know.}

^{The hours go by in martyrdom,
Thinking about how much time will be left.
Obedeciebdl to infrahuman laws.
Pereciendo little by little in solitude.}

^{He glimpsed a new wrinkle,
He observed how my wounds take time to heal.
Time
The one who's finished and won't come back.}

^{My mobility is exhausted,
My fears corrode me,
The anguish overwhelms me.
Knowing that soon my end will come.}