I
Lleva entre sus manos
al Maestro y Margarita,
un cristal,
recuerdos,
adoquines,
madrugadas
y sorbos de licor en la piel.
Hojas de un árbol,
presunción de inocencia.
II
El aire es una rosa náutica
en la punta de tus senos,
un gorrión en el jardín
donde la luz crucifica las orquídeas,
un camino.
Demasiado polvo,
brazos que señalan al oeste,
insomnio.
I
She carries in his hands
the Master and Margarita,
a crystal,
memories,
cobblestones,
early mornings
and sips of liquor on his skin.
Leaves of a tree,
presumption of innocence.
II
The air is a nautical rose
at the tips of your breasts,
a sparrow in the garden
where the light crucifies the orchids,
a path.
Too much dust,
arms pointing west,
insomnia.
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