Tierra
Andamos
sobre un espejo,
sin azogue,
sobre un cristal
sin nubes.
Si los lirios nacieran
al revés,
si las rosas nacieran
al revés,
si todas las raíces
miraran las estrellas,
y el muerto no cerrara
sus ojos,
seríamos como cisnes.
Earth
We travel
over a mirror
without silver,
over a crystal
without cloud.
If the lilies were to grow
upside down,
is the roses were to grow
upside down,
if all the roots
were to face the stars
and the dead not shut
their eyes,
we would be like swans.
Translated by A. S. Kline Etiquetas: Federico García Lorca |
