La bala
La bala que me hiera
será bala con alma.
El alma de esa bala
será como sería
la canción de una rosa
si las flores cantaran
o el olor de un topacio
si las piedras olieran,
o la piel de una música
si nos fuese posible
tocar a las canciones
desnudas con las manos.
Si me hiere el cerebro
me dirá: yo buscaba
sondear tu pensamiento.
Y si me hiere el pecho
me dirá: ¡Yo quería
decirte que te quiero!
Salomón de la Selva
The Bullet
The bullet that wounds me
will be a bullet with soul.
The soul of the bullet will be
as might be the song of a rose
if flowers could sing,
or the smell of a topaz
if stones had fragrance,
or the skin of music
if it were possible for us
to touch songs stripped bare
with our hands.
If it smashes into my brain
it will tell me: I was trying to sound out
your thought.
If it wounds me in the heart
it will tell me: I wanted to tell you
it is you I long for.
Tr. E. A. Costa 28 October, 2014 Granada, Nicaragua
[Original photo EAC. Click on image to enlarge]
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