Two days,
all the vestige of summer
goes behind an evanescent figure.
Two days,
so you can remember me
like the embers that sheltered you
like the dagger that wounded you.
Two days of autumn
to rest of the pain
of the heat that brings you.
Two, equinox
Two, so that only one remains.
Drops of frost
on the cheek flushed.
Around a campfire
cleft marks
of an absence.
What will be my memory
bitter honey or
sweetness of evaporating roses.
Two days
summer
Two centuries
winter
The shortest day
the most ephemeral love.
Dream gray angel
see cobbled streets
Dream with the cold
that brings
these two days
You’ll drink to forget
you ‘ll remember to forget
When the cup
be empty
your skin will be shed
THE PRINCESS OF AUTUMN
(1963)
RENE MAGRITTE
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