Dos rojas lenguas de fuegoque en un mismo tronco enlazadas
se aproximan, y al besarse forman una sola llama.
Dos notas que del laúd
a un tiempo la mano arranca,
y en el espacio se encuentran y armoniosas se abrazan
Dos olas que vienen juntas
a morir sobre una playa
y que al romper se coronan
con un penacho de plata.
Dos jirones de vapor
que del lago se levantan
y al reunirse en el cielo
forman una nube blanca
Dos ideas que a la par brotan,
dos besos que a un tiempo estallan,
dos ecos que se confunden,
esos son nuestras dos almas.
Two red fire languages
that in the same trunk connected
they come closer, and on having kissed, form only one it calls.
Two notes that of the lute
to a time the hand starts,
and in the space they are and harmonious they embrace each other
Two waves that come together
to die on a beach
and that, on having broken, are crowned
with a silver tuft.
Two steam shreds
that of the lake get up
and on having met in the sky
they form a white cloud
Two ideas that at the same time sprout,
two kisses that to a time explode,
two echoes that make a mistake,
these are our two souls.
No comments:
Post a Comment