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Gatitos en Guantes

The Mountain Goats

[Forgotten title] (Kittens in Mittens)

the building shook with the sound of wild kittens,
and i grabbed my scarf and i pulled on my mittens,
took my coat and i went down
to the useless lot on the outskirts of town.
the dogs were howling.
the wind was blowing.
the birds were singing.
and i saw you.

your eyes as bright as burning coals,
but ask not for whom the bell tolls.
'cause it tolls for those who ask that question.
and it tolls for those who answer that question.
dogs were howling.
the birds were singing.
the wind was blowing.
and i saw you.

Gatitos en Guantes

El edificio temblaba con el sonido de gatitos salvajes,
y agarré mi bufanda y me puse mis guantes,
tomé mi abrigo y bajé
al terreno inútil en las afueras de la ciudad.
Los perros aullaban.
El viento soplaba.
Los pájaros cantaban.
Y te vi.

Tus ojos brillaban como brasas ardientes,
pero no preguntes por quién doblan las campanas.
Porque doblan por aquellos que hacen esa pregunta.
Y doblan por aquellos que responden esa pregunta.
Los perros aullaban.
Los pájaros cantaban.
El viento soplaba.
Y te vi.

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