YELLOW
Alfred Porres Pla
I
Yellow on white,
smell of fried egg:
For dipping bread.
II
loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not…
The flower loses petals in a spiral.
Doubt is fatal, debate cowardly, lethal
between two opposite poles.
III
A faint aroma of saffron
and a stench of sewage.
Impassive, the odourless complicity of white.
IV
Like a premonition,
before I understand it
I feel the stench.
V
Of grief and pain
I recognize the smell.
I no longer need to look to follow the procession.