Flores bajo tus alas | Poesía [ES/EN]

Alguna vez quise dormir
como Bukka White,
despeinar flores bajo tus alas,
pero los relojes
dejaron detrás la magia de un beso.
Él no podía dormir,
murió con el sol entre sus cuerdas.

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I once wanted to sleep
like Bukka White,
to tousle flowers beneath your wings,
but the clocks
left the magic of a kiss behind.
He could not sleep;
he died with the sun between his strings.

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