All things are merely dreams.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

 

Eco del reloj (Clock echo)

Me sente
en un claro del tiempo.
Era un remanso de silencio,
de un blanco
silencio.
Anillo formidable
donde los luceros
chocaban con los doce flotantes
numeros negros.

I sat down
in a clearing in time.
It was a pool of silence.
White silence.
Incredible ring
where the bright stars collide
with a dozen floating
black numbers.

-Garcia Lorca





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