Óleo de mujer con sombrero [English translation]

A woman has missed

Knowing the delirium and dust

She has missed this beautiful madness

Her narrow waist under me

She has missed my manner of loving

She has missed my prints in her sea

I see a light that flickers

And promises to leave us in darkness

I see a dog barking at the moon

With another figure that resembles me

I see more; I see she did not find me

I see more; I see she has lost herself

An unnameable woman

Flees like a seagull

And I quickly dry my boots

blaspheme a note and turn off the clock

Love should be beware of me

Lest I sing its own song

Cowardice is a matter

of men, not of lovers

Cowardly loves fail to be loves

Or stories, they remain still

Memory cannot save them

Nor the best reciter conjugate them

A woman with a hat

Like a painting by old Chagall

Rotting at the center of fear

And I, who am not kind, started to cry

But then i was crying for me

And now I cry to see her die