Poem from the Film «The Night of the Iguana»

Para Debora.

With what calm the olive branch watches as the sky grows pale without weeping, without prayer, without betraying its despair, while the night darkens the tree at the zenith of its life — it will be history forever. And from there onward a second story will take place, a chronicle that has lost its luster, a pact with golden mists and in the end, the broken stalk falls to the ground and then, a union poorly designed by beings of so brilliant a kind, whose natural green will trace an arc through the obscene and earthly love that corrupts them. And still the ripe fruit and the branch watch the sky and grow pale without weeping, without prayer, without betraying their desperate courage. Why can you not choose another dwelling? Not only that of the brilliant tree but in the heart that calls out for you.

From: https://robingato.com | Author: Carlos Martínez