Santiago Stagnaro – Mi carne (El último poema)
My flesh is ice cold
Yet nevertheless, I feel that in the deepest
corner of the soul there is a warm hope.
A strange wish, an impulse,
which I myself know not what it is.
Blessed spring of the spirit,
whose fire lifts me
to the most sublime state of beauty.
My flesh fragile and hurting
in spite of its 30 years of age.
Translation: Yiannis Kafouros