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24
OLVIDO GARCÍA VALDÉS
Esa polilla que delante de mí revolotea
ELLA, LOS PÁJAROS
En la noche,
una mujer viene por la orilla
cargada con una bolsa,
los faros la iluminan.
Es rubia y viste algo claro.
Se parece
a una hermana de mi padre,
pero ella murió
y yo tengo casi su edad.
Era silenciosa.
The moth that flutters in front of me
SHE, THE BIRDS
At night
a woman comes along the shore
carrying a bag;
the beacons illuminate her.
She is blonde and wearing something light.
She looks
like one of my father’s sisters ,
but she died
and I am almost her age.
She was quiet.