lunes, 22 de marzo de 2004

Alfonsina Storni -Yo en el fondo del mar-

Yo en el fondo del mar

En el fondo del mar,
hay una casa
de cristal.
A una avenida
de madréporas
da.

Un gran pez de oro,
a las cinco,
me viene a saludar.
Me trae

un rojo ramo
de flores de coral
Duermo en una cama
un poco más azul
que el mar.

Un pulpo
me hace guiños
a través del cristal.

En el bosque verde
que me circunda,
-din don … din dan-
se balancean y cantan
las sirenas
de nácar verdemar.

Y sobre mi cabeza,
arden en el crepúsculo,
las erizadas puntas del mar.


Me at the bottom of the sea

At the bottom of the sea
there is a crystal house.
it flows
to an avenue
of stony coral.

Around five o’clock
a great golden fish
comes to greet me

to me it brings a red
bouquet of coral
flowers.
I sleep in a bed
a little bit bluer
than the sea.

Through the crystal
a squid
winks at me.

In the green wood
that surrounds me
"din, don," "din, dan" …
sing and dance
the blue-green sirens
of mother-of-pearl.

And over my head,
burning in the sunset,
the spiny bristles of the sea.

2 comentarios:

  1. ME IN THE DEEP SEA

    In the deep sea
    there is a house
    made of crystal.

    To an avenue
    of madrepore
    it faces.

    A big golden fish,
    at five o'clock,
    comes tu salute me.

    It brings to me
    a red bouquet
    of coral flowers.

    I sleep in a bed
    a little bit bluer
    than the sea.

    An octopus
    winks at me
    through the crystal.

    In the green wood
    which sorrounds me
    -deen don... deen dahn-
    swing and sing
    the seagreen nacar
    sirens.

    And above my head
    burn, in the twilight,
    the prickly bristles of the sea.

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  2. ME AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA

    There’s a house of glass
    at the bottom of the sea.
    It fronts on a street
    of solid madrepore.

    At five o’clock,
    a fat golden fish
    comes calling.
    He brings me

    a scarlet spray
    of coral blossoms.
    I sleep on a bed
    just a bit bluer
    than the sea.

    An octopus
    winks at me
    from the other side of the glass.

    In the green forest
    all around –
    ding-dong, ding-dang –
    the sea-green pearly
    sirens sing
    and sway.

    And over my head
    in the twilight, burning,
    all the bristle-points
    of the sea.

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