The little ant (La Hormiguita)

Spanish

La Hormiguita

La conoc� una tarde
con su guitarra cazaba boleros.
Ten�a puesto un jean,
y una rosita amarilla en el pelo.
 
�Qu� vas a hacer?
Me pregunt� sonriendo.
"Lo que t� quieras", respond�;
fuimos al mar y mojamos los sue�os.
 
Gui�� mis ojos, y un delf�n
pint� una ola rizada en su pecho.
 
Luego re�, y rompimos el hielo;
nos mordimos los dedos
como viola en un solo de cello.
 
Eres como una hormiguita
que me besa y me pica,
que recorre mi espalda
y se acuesta en mi barba
a estudiar geograf�a.
 
Eres como un trapecista
que atraviesa mi lengua;
y tu circo de flores
me carga y me suelta
perdiendo la cuenta,
perdiendo la cuenta,
eres.
 
Y tuve ganas de llorar,
pero tan solo en mi ojo derecho.
Ella hablaba de la luna y de Chopin,
y yo tocaba el Preludio de un Beso.
 
Luego re�, y rompimos el hielo;
nos mordimos los dedos
como viola en un solo de cello.
 
Eres como una hormiguita
que me besa y me pica,
que recorre mi espalda
y se acuesta en mi barba
a estudiar geograf�a.
 
Eres como un trapecista
que atraviesa mi lengua;
y tu circo de flores
me carga y me suelta
perdiendo la cuenta,
perdiendo la cuenta,
eres.
 
Submitted by dwa on Mon, 25/01/2010 - 20:37
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English translation

The little ant

I met her an evening
while she hunted boleros with her guitar.
She wore a pair of jeans,
and a small yellow rose blossom in her hair.
 
What are you goin to do?
she asked me while smiling.
"Whatever you want", I answered.
We went to the sea and dove with our dreams.
 
I blinked my eyes, and a dolphin
drew a curly wave in her chest.
 
Then I laughed, and the ice was broken;
we bited each other's fingers
like a viola at a cello solo.
 
You're like a little ant
that kisses me and bites me,
that runs through my back
and lays down in my beard
to study geography.
 
You're like a trapecist
going through my tongue;
and you flowery circus
takes over me and lets me go.
Out of measure,
out of measure,
you are.
 
And I wanted to cry,
but only with my right eye.
She talked about the moon and Chopin,
as I played the Prelude of a Kiss.
 
Then I laughed, and the ice was broken;
we bited each other's fingers
like a viola at a cello solo.
 
You're like a little ant
that kisses me and bites me,
that runs through my back
and lays down in my beard
to study geography.
 
You're like a trapecist
going through mi tongue;
and you flowery circus
takes over me and lets me go.
Out of measure,
out of measure,
you are.
 
Submitted by nicolasstraccia on Wed, 29/09/2010 - 01:44
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