Black Flowers

Listen:

under the ruins of my passions,

and at the bottom of this soul

that you no longer rejoice,

among dust of dreams and illusions

lie my black flowers numb.

…

Guard therefore this sad, feeble bunch,

which I offer thee of those somber flowers;

keep it, fear nothing,

it is a plunder of the garden

of my deep melancholies.

 

(Excerpt from the poem

“Flores Negras” by Julio Flórez)