Me queda el tiempo justo
para volver a la metáfora
o al otro lado de la lluvia. (Enrico Espino)
para volver a la metáfora
o al otro lado de la lluvia. (Enrico Espino)
There, where the sound
courted laconic phrases, hidden, sensitive,
where
never wet the words, where nothing will
rot or warp,
where
born clear voice and agile.
There, the metaphor is not cave hideout
for free passions
bark litter and debris.
Take me, if I die
inside without notice.
Luisa Arellano
"You were my first teacher, your hand I learned the lyrics and their meaning ... I learned of your hand and do not ever let it go" To my father who now lives in my heart. Thanks Dad.
February 18, 2011.
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