In this land of long melancholy
Where the feet walk in desert
Where the bread of the mouth gets lost
Where the wine does not reach the Foreign chalice(calyx)
Foreigner
Emigrant you of blue dreams
Expatriate of horizon
In Latin-American soil that grows older and hurts(grieves)
Architects' Dustcloud this seed of concrete
Foreigner you
Member of the global one of nothing
Addicted at all to the semidarkness
(different sheep formed(trained) by the gall)
You come to leave the weeping and
With a kiss
I possess you moistened
Of the sadness
Property of your blanket
The only (unique) good that leaves the uncertainty and the insomnia you
Semidarkness the tomorrow that denies the work to you
Worker of the silence
Traducción: I.Odgers
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