Urban Landscape/Paisaje Urbano
Abro la puerta de la calle con cerradura rota y salgo
Las sombras oscuras del verano han vuelto
La gente las busca para no sudar
Vivo los días en sueños que no terminan
Un té en La Yoli, de esos con menta y piñones
Cosa para interrumpir el tiempo
Cosa para devolverme a mi mismo
¿cuantas pinceladas de cuantos colores
Para pintar un paisaje urbano
Lo empecé cuando cerró la puerta
Hay mas maneras de entrar en una casa
Fotos, pinturas, cuentos, recuerdos
Pequeña palabra para despertar: agua
Los pies mojados mientras apagas el grifo de la manguera
Una sopa fría de lechuga con sal y vinagre
Y dos cucharas para compartir
El paisaje que pinto es de un momento pasado
Que ya no existe igual
De eso haré algo nuevo
Paisaje urbano
Urban Landscape
I open the door to the street with broken lock and leave
The dark shadows of summer have returned
The people seek them out so as not to sweat
I live the days in dreams that never end
A tea in La Yoli: one with mint and pine nuts
Something to interrupt time
Something to return me to myself
How many brushstrokes of how many colours
To paint an urban landscape
I started it when she closed the door
There are other ways to enter a house
Photos, paintings, stories, memories
A little word to awaken you: water
Wet feet while you turn off the tap of the hose
A bowl of cold lettuce soup with salt and vinegar
And two spoons for sharing
The landscape I paint is from a past
That no longer exists the same
Of this I'll make something new
Las sombras oscuras del verano han vuelto
La gente las busca para no sudar
Vivo los días en sueños que no terminan
Un té en La Yoli, de esos con menta y piñones
Cosa para interrumpir el tiempo
Cosa para devolverme a mi mismo
¿cuantas pinceladas de cuantos colores
Para pintar un paisaje urbano
Lo empecé cuando cerró la puerta
Hay mas maneras de entrar en una casa
Fotos, pinturas, cuentos, recuerdos
Pequeña palabra para despertar: agua
Los pies mojados mientras apagas el grifo de la manguera
Una sopa fría de lechuga con sal y vinagre
Y dos cucharas para compartir
El paisaje que pinto es de un momento pasado
Que ya no existe igual
De eso haré algo nuevo
Paisaje urbano
Urban Landscape
I open the door to the street with broken lock and leave
The dark shadows of summer have returned
The people seek them out so as not to sweat
I live the days in dreams that never end
A tea in La Yoli: one with mint and pine nuts
Something to interrupt time
Something to return me to myself
How many brushstrokes of how many colours
To paint an urban landscape
I started it when she closed the door
There are other ways to enter a house
Photos, paintings, stories, memories
A little word to awaken you: water
Wet feet while you turn off the tap of the hose
A bowl of cold lettuce soup with salt and vinegar
And two spoons for sharing
The landscape I paint is from a past
That no longer exists the same
Of this I'll make something new
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Writer(s): Charles Olsen
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