Conjuro
La mano crispada
como una Medusa
ciega el ojo doliente
del candil.
As de bastos.
Tijeras en cruz.
Sobre el humo blanco
del incienso, tiene
algo de topo y
mariposa indecisa.
As de bastos.
Tijeras en cruz.
Aprieta un corazón
invisible, ¿la veis?
Un corazón
reflejado en el viento.
As de bastos.
Tijeras en cruz.
Exorcism
The twitching hand,
like some Medusa,
blinds the mournful eye
of the oil lamp.
Ace of clubs.
Scissors crossed.
Above the white smoke
of the incense, it looks like
something between a mole and
an undecided butterfly.
Ace of clubs.
Crossed scissors.
An unseen heart
is squeezed, see it?
A heart
reflected in the wind.
Ace of clubs.
Scissors crossed.Etiquetas: Federico García Lorca |
