Scarecrow

I've been here since the beginning of the summer

I'm the one they call the Scarecrow!

They dressed me in rags as a dress

a straw hat that I took off as soon as I could

and with my arms outstretched as if I were on a cross!

The farmer, a big, ugly, mustachioed man

He put me in the middle of this sunflower field

To protect them from the crows and ravens

And the seagulls? I thought!

The summer was magnificent,

the crows and other birds circled around my head

in protest, but

none of them ever put me in danger

The flowers of the sunflower disk

At sunset, when finally

The heat fades

And the birds go to sleep

We told each other endless stories with the sunflowers

Before falling asleep

The sunflowers were beautiful and full of light...

But time passes and they no longer shine

Their great head is now bowed

Sad and resine

Soon the farmer will arrive with his monster

Made of blades and the splendid head of sunflowers

It will be cut off without mercy!

The long, dry, severed stalks will remain straight as trunks

To remember how that field was once golden

I, alone in this wide valley

Perhaps I will die with them

Not with my severed head but

Out of sadness and nostalgia

(my)

 

Done