THE WORLD SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND, WEARY
Still do you pretend to deceive yourself?
Really?
Really do you
pretend that this is a perfect and really perfect world?
One
perfect and perfect spherical world?
Because it goes
round around the Sun…
Because in an eternal and lunatic circumference
it moves
Really? Still?
Still do you pretend to be someone you are?
Really? Still?
That
in this perfect and spherical world you are?
Only someone, no more,
only someone
who looks for some others
in an eternal
and lunatic human world?
Really? Still?
How
much longer will you continue
with this farce?
How
much longer will you continue
gathering the pieces
of yourself
Over and over and over again,
while the world
continues
to go round
over and over and over again?
It's all so tiring,
maybe so tiring…
while the night falls
below the sleepy roofs
and the cats begin another
of their seven lives
and the world's rickety engine
stutters and stops
for seconds…
like an old Western wagon.
And me, doubtful, wondering,
also stutter and stop
for seconds…
for eternal seconds…
which are bottomless…
And me
trying to support the world like Atlas,
over and over and over again…
How long?
And, why???
[Nuria. 04/10/2026. Composed in the original English]