Elegía al jardín de mi abuela, con una dedicatoria y un suspiro [English translation]

Soft charm and tranquility

of that corner of my childhood

heart that today beats in another body,

suffocated in a modern hotel,

green sweet and good little sprout,

between the pick and the wall.

Magic prescence of yesterday,

fondness that makes me return

to sink in its spell

and being stunned over and over,

unhappy corner of luxury hotel,

happy garden of my childhood.

Aunt Sophia snacks,

coffee with aunt Mary donuts

days in family, cousins and brothers

aunt Cecilia playing piano

The garden of my childhood,

tender by Saint Joe, in flower by Trinity

warm by San Miguel,

forbidden by Christmas.