The girl and the fox

I sat me down
to scratch my nose
with this pen
but then I preferred
to write a poem with it.

I said
"I will write a poem
about that girl
with the prettiest smile
or
about that fox
who use to get close to me
to escape
from starvation and loneliness"

However
I never kissed that girl
and the fox never talked to me

next time
I won't waste ink writing poems
I'll better scratch my nose
or my ears.

Si sólo me quedara tu sonrisa

Si sólo me quedara tu sonrisa la guardaría junto con la primeras hojas del otoño la dejaría en mi ventana para que me recuerde que debieran haber otras primaveras quizás le contaría de la lluvia que cubre el sur todo el invierno y la llevaría a caminar a través de un frío verano normando Le invitaría una cerveza para que ría todo el tiempo aunque a ratos le diría que el mundo es cruel para que me acompañe en el silencio tu sonrisa si sólo ella me quedara la miraría con mis ojos de adentro escondiendo los minutos en mis puños recordando sus labios a color olvidando tu indiferencia en blanco y negro.

If I only had left your smile I would store her with the first leafs of the autumn I would leave her by my window to remind me that there should be other springs May be I would tell her about the rain covering the South the whole winter and I would take a walk with her through a cold Normand summer I would invite her a beer to see her laughing all the time though sometimes I would tell her that the world is cruel so she would join me in the silence your smile if I had left only her I would look at her with my inner eyes hiding the minutes in my fists remembering her lips in color forgetting your indifference in black and white.