Gabriela Mistral

LEAK

Mother, in the dream

I walk through landscapes Cardenas
a black mountain that is outlined
ever, to reach the other mountain;
and where you're still vaguely
but there is always another mountain round
to go around, to pay over
the mountain of your joy and my joy.

But here and there you go doing it yourself

the way of teasing and theft.
We both feeling, knowing ourselves,
but we can not see us in the eye, and not
we exchanged words,
which Eurydice and Orpheus alone
both fulfilling a vow or a punishment
both with broken feet and accents.

But sometimes you next to me:

I carry you in me, in a distressing weight
and loving at the same time, as a poor child

his father Galeotti Galeotti,

and you have to thread the hills repeated
without a painful secret:
I'll take you cruel gods stolen
and we go to a God that is ours.

And sometimes you hill or below,

or go with me, not you in my breath:
I have dissolved with fog in the mountains
you have given to the landscape Cardenoso.
And give me a voice of sarcasm
from three points, and in pain I break,
because my body is one, which gave me
and you're a hundred eyes water,
and you are a landscape of a thousand arms,
they are never the love:
a chest on a chest vivo live
Bronze knot softened into tears.

And we never, never stayed,

as they say they are the glorious,
before his God, in two rings
of light absorbed or two medallions,
strung together in a glorious ray
or lying on a bed of gold.

Or do you seek, and do not know that I seek,

or go with me, and I do not see the face;
or me you go, in terrible agreement
without answering your body deaf
provided by the chain of hills,
they charge for delivering blood joy
and they dance around each
Until the temple burning
the rattle of the old dementia
and trap in the vortex red!