Traducción: Billy B. Thompson
In the gap of the body, the smallest of heads
appears.
The body contracts, a woven quiet nest, rips
open.
Covered in filth he emerges, one side of his mouth hangs
tenderly to the right.
Never did I make ready a crib, there was no need.
Entrevista y traducción al inglés de seis poemas de su libro Navajas sobre la mesa” Traducción y entrevista: Billy B. Thompson En: Essays in homage to John Esten Keller, Editorial Juan de la Cuesta Hispanic Monographs, EE.UU, 2012, pp. 283-291.