Eternidad (Vicente Huidobro)

Palabras puntiagudas en el azul del viento
Y el enjambre que brilla y que no canta

                      LA NOCHE EN TU GARGANTA

Acaso Dios se muere
                                                    entre almohadones blancos

Bajo el agua gastada de sus párpados
El aire triangular
                                                    para colgar estrellas
Y sobre la verdura nativa de aquel mar
Ir buscando tus huellas
                                                    sin mirar hacia atrás

Vicente Huidobro

Eternity

Sharp-pointed words in the blue of wind

and the swarming which shines bright and sings

not a note

      THE VERY NIGHT IN YOUR THROAT

Perhaps God dies among large white pillows

Below the worn water of his eyelids

The triangular air for hanging stars upon

and over the inborn verdure of that faraway sea

to go looking for your footsteps

without looking back...

(tr. E. A. Costa 2 December, 2013 Granada)