PEQUEÑOS POEMAS	SHORT POEMS
Carlos Barbarito	trans. Stefan Beyst
El lobo muerde a la palabra conejo. Ni grito, ni dolor, ni sangre. **** El polvo cubre los frutos, La carne se desgasta en semanas huecas, oscuros trabajos. **** Se lava, día tras día, de pies a cabeza. El agua no basta. **** Leve ala de fe sobre el incendio del mundo.	The wolf bites into the word rabbit. No cry, no pain, no blood. **** Dust covers the fruits The flesh is worn away in hollow weeks, dark works. **** He washes himself, day after day, from head to foot. Water does not suffice. **** Light wing of faith over the fire of the world

Copyright © Carlos Barbarito 2004; Trans. copyright © Stefan Beyst 2004

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