Mi sombra va silenciosa
por el agua de la acecia.
Por mi sombra están las ranas
privadas de las estrellas.
La sombra manda a mi cuerpo
reflejos de cosas quietas.
Mi sombra va como inmenso
cínife color violeta.
Cien grillos quieren dorar
la luz de la cañavera.
Una luz nace en mi pecho,
reflejado, de la acequia.
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My shadow glides in silence
over the watercourse.
On account of my shadow
the frogs are deprived of stars.
The shadow sends my body
reflections of quiet things.
My shadow moves like a huge
violet-colored mosquito.
A hundred crickets are trying
to gild the glow of the reeds.
A glow arises in my breast,
the one mirrored in the water.
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