Tributo todo esto que vuela y se arrastra
por mis pensamientos, por mis labios
que el acento con sus pinceles policromaría
vocalizando en consonancia los susurros
de una iglesia que canta su alabanza
de una poesía errática que vagabundea
perdida dentro de mi ancestral memoria.

Título original: Grande Baigneuse au livre
Pablo Picasso
España, 1937

Since that village of my childhood
I love words remotely
I love open and closed vowels
turned into lakes, into traveling clouds,
in alphas and omegas to sing lullabies
in pleas of metaphors to represent
fantasies and delusions of the mother tongue.

Before it becomes a tremedal forest
on the murcielagine dark earth
I love the consonants in their turbulences
that drag me without being able to avoid it
to the mythological city of speech
to the affluent and sibylline metropolis
where the tower of Babel stands proud.

I pay tribute to all this that flies and crawls
through my thoughts, through my lips
that the accent with its brushes would polychrome
vocalizing in consonance the whispers
of a church that sings its praise
of an erratic poetry that wanders
lost within my ancestral memory.

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