Delia House / Caparroz Arquitectura

October is being born With its clear mornings. I have left my bed remembering the song that I sang at dawn; my plants and the dog, Free, naked, play. Coffee on the table, A little sleepy, sixty is no longer like being thirty. The sun that is rising Has found some clouds, The roof sounds with a slight drizzle, memories of Ezequiel and Alfredo, love; I open the windows and spring has brought me its sun on the thin wings of the wind. The sun falls sweetly staining the memories orange, I hear voices approaching to light the stove, the night far away ...