I don't want to step on the fallen leaves

even though I can see other people's steps and mud on them.

They are still beautiful;

perfect fallen leaves

many coloured spots on the pavement

washed down with the rain and the wind

and I just don't want to step on them

even though I can see other people's steps and mud on them.

-L.

Quieta.

Me quedé callada para poder escuchar la lluvia

golpeando mis cristales como deditos juguetones,

y cómo olía a preticor y al café que se estaba enfriando,

al incienso que ya se había quemado

y a ti.

-LorettaRm.