domingo, septiembre 02, 2012

Los parpadeos de Brahma

Contándome ovejas la noche
que saltan sobre hierofanías  

 Un ave de vuelo azabache
Se esfuma entre la enredadera

Los niños perdidos se suman
su fábula enciende una hoguera

3 comentarios:

Metafora Zero dijo...

That's why I always wish for better dreams ¡

Nicole B dijo...

The night counts me sheep
that jump over heirophanies

A bird of jet black flight
disappears in the creepers

The lost children join
their fable ignites a fire.


"Translation is like a woman. If it is beautiful, it is not faithful. If it is faithful, it is most certainly not beautiful." Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Knowing this, still I ask, how did I do???

Metafora Zero dijo...

Well, Nicole, I couldn't have written it any better...."their fable ignites a fire" Sweet ¡