Bones - Huesos

Bones

Bones are dry, cold, draft.
The heart crazy.
Deaf strident fight,
useless and fruitful, of having you and not having you.
Having you is my only faith,
and lose you, my death.



Huesos

Los huesos secos, fríos, calados.
El corazón desbocado.
Lucha sorda y estridente,
inútil y fecunda, de tenerte y no tenerte.
Tenerte es mi única fe,

y perderte, mi muerte.

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