Táctica En La Sombra - Maga

Táctica en la sombra, ni luz ni color, quieta en un rincón

Luna no se asoma, se hace un edredón de granizo y me busca

Y no me descubre soñando desde las ramas

Desde mi escondite lanzo pistas, hojas de nieve

Con ojos pintados, pedazos de sílabas, fonemas mudos

Y no me descubre soñando que desde las ramas ensayo

Mis primeros vocablos en su voz

Desde lo alto, como viruta de hierro

Un silbido tibio caracolea hasta su cara

Y si me descubre me lava de penas a besos

Como ochenta y seis cristales pequeños de jabón

Tactic in the shadow, neither light nor color, still in a corner

Luna does not appear, she makes a quilt of hail and looks for me

And she does not discover me dreaming from the branches

From my hiding place I throw clues, sheets of snow

With painted eyes, pieces of syllables, silent phonemes

And he does not discover me dreaming that from the branches I rehearse

My first words in his voice

From on high, like iron shavings

A warm whistle snails up to his face

And if she discovers me, she washes me from sorrows with kisses

About eighty-six small crystals of soap