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El Silencio


Oye, hijo mijo, el silencio.

Es un silencio ondulado,

un silencio,

donde resbalan vallas y ecos

y que inclina las frentes

hacia el suelo.


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Silence


Listen, my son: the silence.

It is a rolling silence,

a silence

where echoes and valleys slip,

and it bends foreheads

down to the ground.




(translation Carlos Bauer)






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