(In Orihuela, your people and mine, I
ray is dead as
Sijé Ramón, whom he loved)
I want to be crying the gardener
of the land squatters and fertilize,
soul mate so early. Feeding
rain shells and bodies
my useless grief,
the poppies discouraged
give your heart for food.
Grief bunches in my side
that hurts me to hurt breath.
A hard smack, blow, ice cream,
invisible ax murderer,
has a brutal shove you down.
No extension bigger than my hurt, I cry
my misfortune, and sets
and feel your death more than my life. Ando
on dead stubble,
and without heat and without consolation no
leave my heart to my business.
death up Early flight,
up early in the morning early,
temprano estás rodando por el suelo.
No perdono a la muerte enamorada,
no perdono a la vida desatenta,
no perdono a la tierra ni a la nada.
En mis manos levanto una tormenta
de piedras, rayos y hachas estridentes
sedienta de catástrofes y hambrienta.
Quiero escarbar la tierra con los dientes,
quiero apartar la tierra parte a parte
a dentelladas secas y calientes.
Quiero minar la tierra hasta encontrarte
y besarte la noble calavera
and desamordazarte and bring you back.
'll return to my garden and my fig tree
by high scaffolding flowers
birding your soul beekeeper
of angelic waxes and work.
'll return to the sound of the bars
Valentine's farmers.
glad the shade of my eyebrows,
and your blood will go to each side contesting
your girlfriend and bees.
Your heart, and crumpled velvet,
a field called almond foam
love my voice greedy.
At winged souls of roses
almond cream requires you,
we have to talk about many things,
soul mate, partner.
Miguel Hernández
