La senda de Baludarri
Muchas veces
Paso a paso
Recorro
El camino
Huele a ángeles
Menta-limón
O a pasto
Recién podado
Entre las plantas
Se asoma el río
Y su orilla
Pantanosa
Contemplo
El agua quieta
O agitada
Por el paso del ferry
Many times
Step-by-step
I travel the path
It smells to Angels
Mint-lemon
Or to grass
Freshly cut
Between the plants
The river
And its muddy shore
Comes into view
I contemplate
The water
Calmed
Or disturbed
By the passage of the ferry
Oigo pájaros
Y voces
Y risas
Y pisadas
Y rechinidos
De bicicletas
Que se acercan
Y me estremecen
Igual
Que cada vez
Espero
Oír la música
Ver ahí
Al saxofonista
Sentado
Tocando
I overhear birds
And voices
And laughter
And footsteps
And squeaking
Bicycles
Getting closer
Making me shake
As every time
I hope
To hear the music
See there
The saxophonist
Seated
Playing
Las canoas
También lo esperan
Pero están desiertas
Ya no viene
Quizá lo ahuyentaron
Las construcciones
Sus molestos
Martillazos
Y gritos
Estridentes ruidos
Que por meses
Por años
Contaminan mi andar
Y al tiempo que crecen
Ciegan
La vista del cielo
Perturban
La paz
De este sitio sagrado
The canoes
Also await him
But are deserted
He doesn’t come anymore
Perhaps
He was frightened off
By the constructions
Their annoying
Hammering
And shouts
Strident noises
That for months
For years
Pollute my stroll
And while rising
They blind
The sky view
And disturb
The peace
Of this sacred site
Hoy se acerca el otoño Y se entremezclan
Los verdes
Rojos
Y amarillos
Entre la yerba
Algo se mueve
Una lagartija de lengua azul
Que de pronto
Se queda quieta
Espera estar sola
O quizá
Salir en la foto
Today
Fall is coming
And intermingle
Greens
Reds
And yellows
Among the grass
Something moves
A bluetongue lizard
Who suddenly
Stays still
She waits to be alone
Or perhaps
To be in the photo
Con cautela
Para no molestarla
Despacito…
Sigo el camino
Me acompaña
La misma maleza
Que hoy
Se colorea
Con flores tiernas
Blancas y amarillas
Cautiously
Not to disturb her
Slowly…
I continue the route
The same scrub
Accompanies me
And today
It’s coloured
With tender flowers
White and yellow
Me acompañan
Los mismos árboles
Que con sus troncos
Desnudos
Muestran
Sus arrugas ancestrales
Sus cicatrices
Y la savia de la vida
My companions
Are the same trees
Who with their nude
Trunks
Show
Their ancestral wrinkles
Their scars
And the sap of life
Y me recuerdan
Que paso a paso
Cambie lo que cambie
Hay que seguir mirando
Hay que seguir buscando
Hay que seguir orando
And remind me
That step by step
Come what may
One must keep looking
One must keep searching
One must keep praying
Junio de 2017
Baludarri Wetlands
Parramatta
June 2017
Baludarri Wetlands
Parramatta
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