Mi padre frente al mar -Traducción de Belinda A. Butler
My Father Before the Sea I run through silver slopes and hillsI feel my body as perhaps never before.The air is a clean mantle comingFrom beyond the grasses. From a placeUninhabited and vast. All is luminous and green.I chase a bird that rises, descends, rises againAt times conflated with the sky but reappearingAnd the silky […]