Oye, hijo mío, el silencio.
Es un silencio ondulado,
un silencio,
donde resbalan valles y ecos
y que inclinan las frentes
hacia el suelo.

Listen, my son, the silence.
Is a silence that comes in waves,
a silence,
where it slips across the valleys, and echoes,
and makes all fall fall facedown to the floor.

F. Garcia Lorca,
My Translation

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