Literary

Ah vastedad de pinos, rumor de olas quebrándose, lento juego de luces, campana solitaria, crepúsculo cayendo en tus ojos, muñeca, caracola terrestre, en ti la tierra canta!

En ti los ríos cantan y mi alma en ellos huye como tú lo desees y hacia donde tú quieras.

Márcame mi camino en tu arco de esperanza y soltaré en delirio mi bandada de flechas.

En torno a mí estoy viendo tu cintura de niebla y tu silencio acosa mis horas perseguidas, y eres tú con tus brazos de piedra transparente donde mis besos anclan y mi húmeda ansia anida.

Ah tu voz misteriosa que el amor tiñe y dobla en el atardecer resonante y muriendo!

Así en horas profundas sobre los campos he visto doblarse las espigas en la boca del viento.

Oh vastness of pines, rumor of waves breaking, slow play of lights, lonely bell, twilight falling on your eyes, doll, terrestrial snail, in you the earth sings!

In you the rivers sing and my soul in them flees as you wish and to wherever you want.

Mark my way in your bow of hope and I will let loose in delirium my flock of arrows.

Around me I am seeing your foggy waist and your silence haunts my pursued hours, and it is you with your transparent stone arms where my kisses anchor and my wet craving nests.

Oh your mysterious voice that love dyes and doubles in the resounding sunset and dying!

So in deep hours over the fields I have seen the spikes bend in the mouth of the wind.

Oh vastness of pines, rumor of waves breaking, slow play of lights, solitary bell, twilight falling in your eyes, doll, terrestrial conch, in you the earth sings!

In you the rivers sing and my soul in them flees as you wish and to wherever you wish.

Mark my path on your bow of hope and I will release in delirium my flock of arrows.

Around me I am seeing your waist of mist and your silence harasses my persecuted hours, and it is you with your arms of transparent stone where my kisses anchor and my wet longing nests.

Oh your mysterious voice that love tinges and bends in the resonant and dying dusk!

Thus in deep hours over the fields I have seen the ears of corn bend in the mouth of the wind.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos".

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos. 

La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.

Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. 

Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.

Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.

La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Tonight, I can write the saddest verses.

Write, for example: "The night is crashed, and the stars shiver, blue, in the distance".

The night wind spins and sings in the sky.

Tonight, I can write the saddest verses.

I love her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this I held her in my arms.

Many times, I kissed her under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How not to have loved her big fixed eyes.

Tonight, I can write the saddest verses.

To think that I do not have her. Feeling I've lost her.

Hear the inmense night, even more without her.

And the verse falls to the soul as the grass to the dew.

What does it matter that my love can not keep it.

The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.

Write, for example: "The night is starry and shiver, blue, the stars, in the distance".

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this I held her in my arms. 

I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How could I not have loved her big fixed eyes.

I can write the saddest verses tonight. 

To think that I don't have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without it.

And the verse falls to the soul as the dew falls to the grass.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is starry and she is not with me.