The Sad Art
The thoughtless bended faces
Deformedly painted
Like if created by the painter
Who was blind.
Thus the painter did it
Before was blinded.
Ominous statues
Cracked and shapeless
Like if created by the sculptor
With no hands left
Thus they were made before
He got crippled.
Endless novels
Melted and burned
Like written by a writer
Who was madman.
Thus he wrote before
He became a lunatic.
El Arte Triste
Los rostros doblados sin pensar
Deformemente pintados
Como si fueran creados por el pintor
Que estaba ciego.
Así lo hizo el pintor
Antes de quedar ciego.
Estatuas ominosas
Agrietadas y amorfas
Como si fueran creadas por el escultor
Sin manos restantes.
Así fueron hechas antes
De quedar lisiado.
Novelas interminables
Derretidas y quemadas
Como si fueran escritas por un escritor
Que estaba loco.
Así escribió antes
De volverse un lunático.