At the edge of twilight I fell asleep
like a foreigner (alas!)* like a foreign body like forever a stranger
And there came and sat upon me like a bed sheet
all of the ground's dust.*
All of the ground's dust.
And there came in turn the black sea
she brought an ungovernable ship drifting
I rose like a wind, I rose like a thief,
don't you see the lie?
The lie, don't you see it?
Leaning at the ship's bow, a transparent man
is counting the bones, remains speechless
César Vallejo*, he eats the stones like bread
i have no other brother.
I have no other brother.
The cigarette is sparking at every puff
Spain is sinking* and the only one who wins
(is) the pleasure that gives birth to us, who plays our card
beyond our will.
Beyond our will.
At the edge of twilight you don't see any dreams
you see what has happened and what is to follow
You see the man being small and (you see) his own feet truly stepping on him
his own feet.
His own feet.