Cuervo

Había muchos cuervos
entre los sembrados y en los árboles
de una infancia en la que sabía
muchas cosas y todas dolían.
Yo seguía su vuelo y ellos
mis infantiles pasos de hierba y barro.
De reojo pretendían ignorarme,
pero sabía que me llevaban consigo
en sus repentinos saltos,
en sus brillantes negras alas.
Acaricié uno un atardecer,
yacía muerto entre los albaricoques
caídos y algunas hormigas.
Las plumas ya algo ásperas
al tacto. Sentí tristeza
por su incomprensible caída
en medio de pensamientos que ya no brillaban.

OH
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Crow

There were many crows
between the sown fields and the trees
of a childhood in which I knew
many things and all of them painful.
I would follow their flight and they
my childish steps of grass and mud.
Out of the corners of their eyes
they would pretend to ignore me,
but I knew they took me with them
in their sudden leaps,
on their shiny black wings.
I caressed one a certain sunset,
lying dead among the fallen
apricots and a few ants,
the feathers already a bit rough
to my touch. I felt sad
for its incomprehensible fall
between thoughts that were no longer shining.

OH
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