Palms and Guitar
(For Spanish translation click here)

Here between us, now

come with me, bring my hand to your body

let’s dine together and for an instant let’s turn life

into two lives giving to each a piece of our death.

Now come with yourself, do me the favor

if murmuring my name in the light of the tenebrous night

in which you bring my hand to your soul

so we flee on tiptoe from ourselves.

Yes, come to me and to you, yes

with soft step, seeing both of us with uneven steps,

nothing the gentle farewell.

Until we return! Until we may return!

Until we read, ignorant!

Until we may return, bid us farewell!

These guns are of no importance to me,

listen to me;

listen to me, of what significance are they to me,

if the bullets already circulate in the range of my signature?

Why do you care for the bullets

if the gun is now smoking in your scent?

This very day we will weigh

our stars in the arms of a blind man,

and when you sing to me then we’ll cry.

This very day, beautiful one, your gentle step

and your confidence alarms me.

We will leave ourselves, two by two.

Until we are blinded!

Until

we cry returning so many times!

Now,

between us, bring

by the hand your sweet character

and let’s eat and pass an instant of life

letting go of the very same death within us.

Now, come with yourself, do me the favor

of singing something

and sing in your soul, clapping hands.

Until we may return! Until then!

Until we depart, let’s say goodbye!

8 November 1937