La Mañana (part. Alberto Echagüe)

The Sun timidly arrives
Over the sleeping house
And welcomes it
The canary cheerfully
Trembles slightly
The blue wisterias
While washing its face
The cat calmly

Carries an ant to starboard
The stick of a vine
And another one that returns, stops
To give it courage
Files a boring cricket
Hidden in the grate
And on the handle of a chair
A dish towel flutters