CASTAÑERO ¹

He wanders around the park and comes alone
when it's cold. I close the window
wide open, we all go down at once,
running, shouting, pushing.
Very close to the stove
we form a line to smell you
and you hand them out one by one,
a handful per person
(what fits in the bottom of your hands).
We undress their skins
like someone removing pieces from autumn,
be careful, they burn a lot!, you warn us.
Soon the firelight will go out,
a sign of cold, it's time to leave.
You say goodbye to us. Goodbye, autumn,
see you next year.