Wraith or ´Back to basis´...


Estoy nuevamente rediseñando el blog... vamos a ver esta vez  a dónde me lleva...



Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows,
And all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone.

I already hear the dead thuds of logs below

Falling on the cobblestones and the lawn. 



All of winter will return to me:

derision, Hate, shuddering, horror, drudgery and vice,

And exiled, like the sun, to a polar prison,

My soul will harden into a block of red ice.


I shiver as I listen to each log crash and slam:

The echoes are as dull as executioners' drums.

My mind is like a tower that slowly succumbs

To the blows of a relentless battering ram.


It seems to me, swaying to these shocks, that someone

Is nailing down a coffin in a hurry somewhere.

For whom? -- It was summer yesterday; now it's autumn.

Echoes of departure keep resounding in the air. 
Autumm - Charles Baudelaire