Ciudad / Lungsod / City

Ángel González
(Oviedo, 1925 – Madrid, 2008)

Ciudad
Y de pronto, no estás. Adiós, amor, adiós.
Ya te marchaste.
Nada queda de ti. La ciudad gira:
molino en el que todo se deshace.

Lungsod
At bigla kang nawala. Paalam, pag-ibig, paalam.
Nakaalis ka na.
Walang iniwang bakas. Umiikot ang siyudad:
parang gilingan na dinudurog ang lahat.

City
And suddenly, you disappear. Farewell, love, farewell.
You left already.
Nothing remains of you. The city turns:
a mill in which everything falls apart.

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