Blanco
Todos los días se pinta de blanco,
sale a la calle llena de colores
y a cada minuto recibe un brochazo
en la piel.
Su espalda, sus manos, su rostro,
van siendo invadidos por luces y sombras,
se le van encendiendo de fiebre y de frío
de forma que cuando regresa y se mira
no está.
White
Every day she paints herself white,
She goes out on the street full of colors
And every minute she receives a brushstroke
On her skin.
Her back, her hands, her face,
Are being invaded by lights and shadows,
They are lit up with fever and cold
So that when she returns and looks at herself
She's not there.