Cómo mata el viento norte

How the north wind kills
when August is in the day,
and the space illuminates our bodies.
A beggar shows jewels
to the blind on the corner,
and a puppy of the lord mesmerizes us.
Talk to me only
about clouds and salt,
I don't want to know anything
about the misery of the world today.
Today is a good day
there is something peaceful,
the earth is our sister
Mars does not yield
to the power of the sun
Venus enchants us,
the Moon knows of its attraction.
While we
die here,
with our eyes closed
we see nothing but our nose.
How the north wind kills
when August is in the day
and the space illuminates our bodies.
Lord night, be my cradle,
Lord night, be my day,
my little soul dances
with joy, with joy.