La Gata Mágica

 

Los temblores suaves 

de una gata

pueden salvar

el mundo!

A Month Later

 

At my parents’ home 

the trees are

now bare of snow 

as two squirrels scamper

along the trunk

of the ancient oak.

My morning matcha 

I drink from  

a different bowl.

Palabras

 

Sibilant, crackling 

and dulcet by turns

they quietly enfold.

Una Poema Para Los Niños

 

 

La leona

en mi casa

recuerda el sauce 

desde otra vida

mientras está durmiendo

bajo del pequeño jasmín.

New Year’s Day

 

To the New Year

With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning

so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible.

-W.S. Merwin

Francesca

 

Eres una pluma

que retumbas ligeramente

con ojos medio cerrados.

La Navidad

 

El dia tranquillo

con unas tazas de té

y una gata contenta

en mi regazo.