piel que me respira por dentro
El ave que maté El ave que soy
Procelosa ave
que me respiras por dentro
Cantabas a la niñez
Ahora a la ciudad,
al hueso que soy
Ciertamente
me cantas
con tu violente paciencia
La resequedad de tu cuerpo
malnace desde el golpe,
la pedrada
Apártate, cae
Yo soy el ave entre las brasas
Basta tú seguirme
en el fuego donde estoy
Como un vuelo
que toca los extremos de un círculo.
Santos López
Mas doliendo ya
The bird I killed the bird that I am
Tempestuous bird
which breathes me inside
Sang to childhood
Now to the city,
to the bone I am
Certainly
you sing to me
with your violent patience
Tempestuous bird
which breathes me inside
Sang to childhood
Now to the city,
to the bone I am
Certainly
you sing to me
with your violent patience
The dryness of your body
born wrong since the blow,
stone throw
Move aside, fall
I am the bird in the coals
Just follow me
in the fire where I am
As a flight
that touches the edges of a circle.
Santos López
Hurting more now
born wrong since the blow,
stone throw
Move aside, fall
I am the bird in the coals
Just follow me
in the fire where I am
As a flight
that touches the edges of a circle.
Santos López
Hurting more now
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