Él - Pedro Aznar

Los ojos de tu carne ven el brillo

Del insufrible sol, tu carne toca

Polvo disperso o apretada roca;

El es la luz, lo negro y lo amarillo

Es y los ve.

Desde incesantes ojos

Te mira y es los ojos que un reflejo

Indagan y los ojos del espejo

Las negras hidras y los tigres rojos

No le basta crear.

Es cada una

De las criaturas de Su extraño mundo:

Las porfiadas raíces del profundo

Cedro y las mutaciones de la luna

Me llamaban Caín.

Por mí el eterno

Sabe el sabor del fuego del infierno

The eyes of your flesh see the shine

From the insufferable sun, your flesh touches

scattered dust or tight rock;

He is the light, the black and the yellow

It is and it sees them.

From ceaseless eyes

He looks at you and it's the eyes that a reflection

Inquire and the eyes of the mirror

The black hydras and the red tigers

It is not enough to create.

is each

Of the creatures of His strange world of hers:

The stubborn roots of the deep

Cedar and the mutations of the moon

They called me Cain.

For me the eternal

Tastes the taste of hellfire