A bitter rush of air has scattered
the almond’s blossoms.
The flower on yonder rosemary
is not swept away by wind.
Tomàs Garcés
(Barcelona, 1901 - 1993)
(Barcelona, 1901 - 1993)
When, finally, there is nothing left of me but my words
Perched like birds on the taut wires
Of spirits faithful to the hymns of life,
A hammer will cry out for the extinguished light.
The day will wear mimosa wreaths.
Agustí Bartra
(Barcelona, 1908 – Terrassa, 1982)
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