Conrado Nalé Roxlo, translated into English

Carpenter, make a small coffin

using odorous wood,

a dream for us has died,

something that was between the bird and the rose.

It was its outer life so vague

that it was only seen when it was living

in the tremulous profile of a smile

or in the tone of the voice that named it.

But it´s not your concern the name , carpenter,

it was a love dream, your hand put together

soon the odorous tables, I want

bury deep the dream , flower and bird.

Accompassing the hammer it sounds a song!

' Don´t go to cemetery,

because the love dreams

don´t die, become in weeping

their form of flower and bird´

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When I was 12 years old or so, coming back home from school, I got into my house, and the radio was on, I left my bagpack in my chair, and in that moment the man in the news said:

´Conrado Nale Roxlo has died.´

I began to cry so bad. My mother asked me what happened, I said that a classmate had a huge problem or so.

This is the little poem, that I remember from my memory (is that the phrase or how is in English?)

I am sure that this translation needs tons of corrections. I would be glad if you post them, to make the neccesary changes.

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Original, Spanish

Carpintero, haz un féretro pequeño

de madera olorosa,

se nos ha muerto un sueño,

algo que era entre el pájaro y la rosa.

Fue su vida exterior tan imprecisa

que sólo se lo vio cuando asomaba

al trémulo perfil de una sonrisa

o al tono de la voz que lo nombraba...

Mas que te importa el nombre, carpintero,

era un sueño de amor, tu mano clave

pronto las tablas olorosas, quiero

enterrar hondo el sueño flore y ave.

Al compás del martillo

suena un canto:

´No vayas al camposanto

porque los sueños de amor

no mueren, se muda en llanto

su forma de ave y de flor ´.

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