jueves, 7 de diciembre de 2023

#22. St. NICHOLAS

Chris  Candidovsky

 

St. Nicholas disguises himself in a veil of tar,

Darkening the childish fantasy, my Christmas shrinks,

Its gloom black as nothingness invades my mind,

The feeling of anguish, a whirlwind that suffocates me,

And drags me down to the bottom, where there is no Christmas.


(*) Tar: Alquitrán

(*) Childish: Infantil

(*) Gloom: Penumbra, pesimismo 

(*) Anguish: Angustia

(*) Whirlwind: Remolino 

(*) Drag down: Arrastrar hacia abajo.


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