Damn Sloth

My fantasy took me to the forest

And in its bottom bristling with broom.

I found a giant pine whose branches

They eclipsed the light of noon.

 

The old cleft trunk of him seemed

Formless reptile of rough scales,

And its cup volcano of green flames

That over land and air extended.

 

Under her sweet shadow reclining

In the joys I thought of existence,

And in the happiness that goes by his side:

 

I remembered the sentence of the years,

I tied a well-greased cord to the pine,

And I didn't strangle myself... Out of indolence!

 

by Manuel del Palacio

 

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