Your Inept Mouth

      Love served up on a platter by the singers, love tapped out like a song in a close-up shot of its sound. They will give you a piece of land for you to dance it, and just beyond your foot will be death. They will give you some words like a secret document that attests to your existence, and you will not manage to pronounce them.

      If you were to utter them, your passions would be as unerasable as eternity, but your inept mouth is not acquainted with them and the years will carry them off unborn with your love wiped away and scattered, so as to be wind.

Tu boca inadecuada

      El amor servido en una bandeja por las cantadoras, el amor zapateado como una canción en primer plano del sonido. Te darán un palmo de tierra para que lo bailes, y más allá de tu pie estará la muerte. Te darán unas palabras como un documento secreto que certifica tu vida, y no llegarás a pronunciarlas.

      Si las dijeras, tu pasión sería indeleble como la eternidad, pero tu boca inadecuada no las conoce y los años las llevarán sin nacer con tu amor borrado y disperso, para que sean viento.