Soñé que de mi ropa
crescian secretos y alumbrados
tus cabellos locos y rubios
Y cuando uno recojí
perplexo admiré
mis ojos cambiando de color
Y tu voz bailaba en rededor
Mordisqueandome las orejas
Y asi como la piel se
hiciera un canal
tu memoria se convirtio en hechizo
el misterioso brotar del agua
de una tierra seca
I
dreamed that from my clothes
secret
and lightened
your
crazy and blonde hair
was
growing
And
when I picked one up
perplexed
I admired
my
eyes changing colour
And
your voice was dancing around
Nibbling
my ears
And
just as the skin
had
become a channel
your
memory became a spell
the
mysterious springing
of
water from a dry land
Cambridge 2011
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