martes, 28 de noviembre de 2023

#17. MY BEDROOM

 

Chris Candidovsky

The gloom of the room clamors more loudly for its place,

And the din of silence creates a disturbing decor,

The scent of dreams becomes toxin,

The tired walls lose their color, they turn gray,

And the ceiling, a layer of shadows, accusations and doubts,

Enveloping the bedroom in a blizzard of guilt.


(*) Gloom: Pesimismo, penumbra.

(*) Clamor: (for + ing) Pedir a gritos por, clamar por.

(*) Enveloping: (v) (Envelop) Envolviendo.

(*) Blizzard: Ventisca.

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