Manuel Altolaguirre -Fuga-

Fuga

Al ver por dónde huyes
dichoso cambiaría
las sendas interiores de tu alma
por las de alegres campos.

Que si tu fuga fuera
sobre verdes caminos
y sobre las espumas,
y te vieran mis ojos,
seguirte yo sabría.

No hacia dentro de ti,
donde te internas,
que al querer perseguirte
me doy contra los muros de tu cuerpo.

No hacia dentro de ti,
porque no estemos:
tú, pálida, escondida,
yo como ante una puerta
ante tu pecho frío.


The flight

When seeing where you do escape
Blissful I would change
The interior paths of your soul
For those of cheerful fields.

If your flight would be
Over green roads
And on the foams,
And you could be seen in my eyes,
I would know how to follow you.

Not toward inside you,
Where you go into,
When wanting to follow you
I crash against the walls of your body.

Not toward inside you,
Because we are not:
You, pale, hidden,
Me as waiting in front of a door,
Before your cold chest.