“ Sunday afternoon”(“Tarde de Domingo”

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Poem by: Josep Domènech i Avellanet, who at just 23 years old was imprisoned in La Model (Barcelona) from 1939 to 1942 until he was finally shot.

«Siled afternoon, thoughtful afternoon

Winter and Spring mix.

The sun illuminates her; rains kiss her.

Afternoon without the joy of the wind,

Quiet afternoon.

Without swallows,

Without hope.

Beyond the walls, the street;

Route of silences,

sleepy.

On the eaves of the roofs; it puts the mist with a different hue.

Afternoon without light

Rancid flavor

Poor afternoon, gray and yerta.

The bars have sideways.

And sun absences.

Murmurs in prison,

Roster of new promises.

Alms for the week,

Fruit of fallaceous crops.

Ah! If everything ended here…

Ah! If the last one were…

But so many others will come.

Sad afternoons of patience…»