Monday, July 7, 2008

Hello.


-There is something dense, at one, stuck in the ground of being
-repeats its number, it's redundant signal.
-As one notes the touch of time on stones
-in its delicate matter there is the scent of age
-and the water the sea brings, of and dream

-Hay algo denso, unido, sentado en el fondo,
-repitiendo su nùmero, su señal idèntica.
-Como se nota que las piedras han tocado el tiempo
-en su fina materia hay olor a edad
-y el agua que trae el mar, de sal y sueño.

Pablo Neruda

1 comment:

Juan Travieso said...

Fierce Drawing Ray!!!!