Night
Socketed at night the lake of your soul,
say a glass fabric and calm
concocted by the great spiders of sleeplessness. Nata
lustral water in alabaster;
purity mirror polishing the stars
and reflects the chasm of life in heaven! ...
I am the swan wandering the bloody trails, lakes
staining and I flew out.
Nocturnal
Mounted in the night is the lake of your soul,
A cloth, Would one say, of crystal and calm
Woven by the large spiders of wakefulness.
A skim of sacred water in alabaster vases;
A mirror of purity That brightens the stars
And Reflects the abyss of life in the sky! ...
I am wandering the swan of the bloody trails, I go
staining the lakes and rising up in flight.
Translated by Alejandro Cáceres
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