Desde que nos despertamos-- los ojos ven la tierra derotada por la lluvia de miel. La colmena, arrastrada y mordida por los perros-- mesclando sus labios dulces con la sal del mar. Las olas no perdonan la inocencia de joventud.
10/08/2005
Posted on 10/09/2005Copyright © 2026 Uriel Tovar
so, from what i could translate, this is just breathtaking. a few words didn't come through.."derotada," "mesclando," and "joventud."
and 'honey rain'...is that right? man, that's beautiful.
