| "Noche" ~Gabriela Mistral |
| Las montañas se deshacen, el ganado se ha perdido; el sol regresa a su fragua: todo el mundo se va huido. Se va borrando la huerta, la granja se ha sumergido y mi cordillera sume su cumbre y su grito vivo. Las criaturas resbalan de soslayo hacia el olvido, y también los dos rodamos hacia la noche, mi niño. |
The mountains are being undone, and the winner has been lost, the sun's returning to its forge: all the world has almost crossed. The orchard's about to be deleted, and the farm has been submerged and my mountain range shall add its summit and its lively surge. The creatures they are slipping obliquely into dark beguiled, and as well we two are rolling into the night, my child. |
