Vincente HuidobroVincente Huidobro

HOURSHOURS HoursHours A small townA small town

A train stopped on the plainA train stopped on the plain Deaf stars sleepDeaf stars sleep

in every puddle in every puddleAnd the water tremblesAnd the water tremblesCurtains to the windCurtains to the wind

Night hangs in the groveNight hangs in the grove A lively drizzleA lively drizzle

From the flower-covered steepleFrom the flower-covered steeple Bleeds the stars Bleeds the stars

Now and thenNow and then Ripe hours Ripe hours

Drop on lifeDrop on life

El villorrio.Un tren detenido sobre el llanto.

En cada charcoduermen las estrellas sordas,

y el agua tiembla.cortinaje al viento,

la noche cuelga en la arboleda.En el campanario florecido

una gotera vivadesangra las estrellas.De cuando en cuando

las horas madurascaen sobre la vida.

POEMA HORAPOEMA HORA

HoursA small town

A train stopped on the plain

Deaf stars sleep in every puddleAnd the water tremblesCurtains to the wind

Night hangs in the groveA lively drizzle

From the flower-covered steeple Bleeds the stars

Now and then Ripe hours

Drop on life