Ese arar en el mar
Chabuca Granda
That plowing in the sea
When I have forgotten, I will have forgotten
I will live numb, liberated
I will not long for the answer
since I will not have asked,
I will not forgive
nor will I have offended.
I will miss the rumination of my dreams
and the sweet grinding
and the hope
that constant making someone out of something
that eagerness for castles in the air
I will miss the rumination of my dreams
and the sweet grinding
and the hope
that constant making someone out of something
that eagerness for castles in the air
that plowing in the sea of dreams
that eternal dreaming
adolescence...
