« Sharing food... | Main | It is awfully easy... »
Marzo 15, 2005
Oda al Tiempo Venidero
Tiempo, me llamas. Antes
eras
espacio puro,
ancha pradera.
Hoy
hilo o gota
eres,
luz delgada
que corre como liebre hacia las zarzas
de la cóncava noche
---
Time, you're calling me. Before
you were
pure space,
a far-reaching meadow.
Today,
you are a thread, a droplet,
or a slim light
running like a hare into the brambles
of concave night
Pablo Neruda
Posted by sarita at Marzo 15, 2005 10:30 PM