TRES TRIS

THREE BITS

I. Who is coming on horseback?

Who is coming on horseback?

A medieval king.

Now he unfolds his wings

And rises up to the roofs.

To see him better

I take the lift.

Where is he? He has gone!

I raise my head,

He is laughing up on the terrace.

II. A coloured ball

A coloured ball

has the colours almost all.

A spade and a bucket.

And on the towel

a boy pulls faces.

Yes my child,

The salty sea.

III. Don’t let your mind wander

Noticing in the street

A different kind of smoke,

I watched attentively:

It was thick and warm.

It was moving and there was no wind.

It lashed out as if possessed.

Until it began to separate, settling.

There appeared a kind of words

-I would say all of them could be understood-

They grew, they changed, they combined together.

And finally, triumphantly,

The main phrase burst out:

DON’T LET YOUR MIND WANDER!

Marina Rodríguez Brià

(Translated by Linda Marks)