hay mujeres que nacieron...::there are women....
Hay mujeres que nacieron en una húmeda tierra.
Cada uno de sus pasos es un sollozo sonoro,
y su vocación, acompañar a los muertos
y ser las primeras en saludar a los que resucitan.
Pedirles caricias es un crimen
y separarse de ellas, imposible.
Hoy ángel y mañana gusano en una tumba
y pasado mañana sólo un contorno difuso.
Lo que fue un paso se hace inaccesible.
Las flores son inmortales. El cielo, denso.
Y el futuro, sólo una promesa.
There are women, sisters of the moist, raw earth,
whose every step is resonant with mourning.
To escort the dead and be the first to greet
the resurrected is their calling. To expect
such tenderness seems criminal, but
to part from them is unimaginable.
An angel offers us today — tomorrow, cratered
ground, its hungers — after, just a tracing…
What was — a step — has grown beyond our reach…
undying blossoms. Heaven is chaste, the sky
untouched — what will be, only promised.
whose every step is resonant with mourning.
To escort the dead and be the first to greet
the resurrected is their calling. To expect
such tenderness seems criminal, but
to part from them is unimaginable.
An angel offers us today — tomorrow, cratered
ground, its hungers — after, just a tracing…
What was — a step — has grown beyond our reach…
undying blossoms. Heaven is chaste, the sky
untouched — what will be, only promised.
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