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Robinson Quintero

SONG OF THE DRIVER IN THE WIND-SHIELD

Before me I see what one day will vanish forever
fields of high red grass
a river of shining rugged rocks
a mountain short of light
and another more distant summit where it’s already night
a deep red sky
and a wind that enters with its birds into the sunset
also travelling
The quivering of the banana groves by the road
the stagnant waters in the ditches
the precipices in the narrow paths
The dark sound produced under the trees
and the last living light of the afternoon
traveling towards night

Before me I see what one day will vanish forever

CANCIÓN DEL CHOFER EN EL PARABRISAS

CANCIÓN DEL CHOFER EN EL PARABRISAS

Ante mí veo lo que un día se borrará para siempre:
colinas de altos pastos rojos
un río de brillantes peñascos
una montaña escasa de luz
y otra cumbre más distante donde ya es la noche
Un cielo color granate
y un viento que entra con sus pájaros en el crepúsculo
también de viaje
El temblor de los platanales en la carretera
las aguas estancadas en las zanjas
los abismos por los desfiladeros
El oscuro sonido que se hace debajo de los árboles
y la última luz viva de la tarde
todo en viaje hacia la noche

Ante mí veo lo que un día se borrará para siempre
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SONG OF THE DRIVER IN THE WIND-SHIELD

Before me I see what one day will vanish forever
fields of high red grass
a river of shining rugged rocks
a mountain short of light
and another more distant summit where it’s already night
a deep red sky
and a wind that enters with its birds into the sunset
also travelling
The quivering of the banana groves by the road
the stagnant waters in the ditches
the precipices in the narrow paths
The dark sound produced under the trees
and the last living light of the afternoon
traveling towards night

Before me I see what one day will vanish forever

SONG OF THE DRIVER IN THE WIND-SHIELD

Before me I see what one day will vanish forever
fields of high red grass
a river of shining rugged rocks
a mountain short of light
and another more distant summit where it’s already night
a deep red sky
and a wind that enters with its birds into the sunset
also travelling
The quivering of the banana groves by the road
the stagnant waters in the ditches
the precipices in the narrow paths
The dark sound produced under the trees
and the last living light of the afternoon
traveling towards night

Before me I see what one day will vanish forever
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