Traducciones al inglés

 

  • the ones

    the ones who die go away and stay
    the ones who run almost always arrive
    but they keep on running
    obssesed
    the ones who do not run everybody knows they fly
    the ones who eat live breed and die
    the ones who do not eat become thin like numbers
    and die
    the ones who take their time take your time
    the ones who play pretend that only their play matters
    that’s why playing is not always possible
    the ones who lie postpone the agony
    and that’s why we lie to ourselves
    the ones who climb the mountains return covered in clouds
    the ones who break the moulds are vital
    the ones who breed them and worship them and sell them
    /are inevitable and will be forgotten
    the ones who drink to excess keep their bodies disinfected
    the ones who overdress are afraid of something
    the ones who bark at the moon are moonstruck dogs
    the ones who speak to themselves do not discuss important matters
    the ones who sleep hope not to be awaken
    the ones who love know the world will come to an end
    the ones who broke the silence won’t be able to fix it

  • mental killer

    i’ve got all the weapons
    but I am not going to use them
    there are so many people to kill that it seems unreal
    so many people who are still alive that should be dead
    so many women who deserve to be killed
    so many figures who should not be
    poor old people who would rather die
    and nobody help them out
    and so, so many
    countless
    annoying
    children

  • loneliness

    when I have time
    i invite myself to dinner and go over my life
    between sip and bite
    i stroke my old table and make questions to myself
    and now and then I answer them
    a poet once said that eating
    is talking secretly with the spring

  • thorns

    (Versión de Laura Dolagaray)

    you are a little girl and you get a thorn on your finger
    you cry and you ask your mom and dad for help
    they pick you up and they heal you and they wash your face and they do you hair
    they give you a candy and they talk to you about something else
    you look again for another thorn

    you are a grown-up girl and love hurts you
    you are alone and you find no comfort
    you take out your sorrow very gently
    you take a bath you do you hair you look at yourself in the mirror
    you look again for another thorn

  • thorns

    (Versión de Fabiana Videla)

    you’re a little girl and you stick a thorn in your hand
    you go crying to your mom or dad
    they pick you up and treat the wound and comb your hair again
    they give you candy and talk to you about something else
    you go again looking for another thorn

    you’re a grown-up girl and love hurts you
    you’re alone and without consolation
    you slowly pull out the sorrow
    you wash you comb your hair you look at yourself in the mirror
    you go again looking for another thorn