With one eye painted
and the other unpainted
a world appears
and two landscapes.
There is snow in one,
and fire in the other,
There are houses in one,
in the other, desert.
In one it is day
in the other darkness.
I shall carry on with my life
with one eye unpainted.
Luz EtchemendiGaray
From the Spanish Original,
traslated by Daniel Ginhson with comments by Sue Littleton
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