There is a constellation on his huge sheets
Enough to welcome a giant's corpse
Somebody told me that
We don't know here, in the West
What a giant is
But then he laughed and of his mouth came out roses
Full of thorns covering the stems
To arrive to my feet
There is a constellation
It seems a last drawing
Though it's his extended body
And me looking at his back
By his side
* * * * *
Hay una constelación sobre sus sábanas enormes
Suficientes para acoger un cadáver de gigante
Alguien me dijo que
No sabemos aquí, en occidente
Lo que es un gigante
Pero enseguida rió y de su boca salieron rosas
Llenas de espinas recorriendo los tallos
Para llegar a mis pies
Hay una constelación
Parece un último dibujo
Aunque es su cuerpo extendido
Y yo que miro su espalda
A su costado
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