I changed all my roses,
For a place near the fire.
For the repose of my soul,
The black silk of my hair.
I sold all my hopes,
For a handful of memories.
My heart, by a clock
where only the dead time.
My last gold coin
I gave alms to the wind.
Now there is nothing left.
Nude'm like the desert.
An oasis of gentleness,
is sprouting in the chest.
SUSANA MARCH (Barcelona, \u200b\u200b1918-1991)
(Poems: Anthology (1938-1959)
