En tus ojos nacen cielos
nos miras desde arriba
con tu dedo largo
dibujas sobre la tierra
trazas lineas vagas, garabatos
dando forma a tus ideas,
el desierto tu papel periodico
esta tierra tu cuaderno borrador
Y si al final estas satisfecho
solo basta una palabra: Nazca!
In your eyes skies are born
you watch us from above
with your long finger
you doodle on the earth
tracing haphazard lines, scribbles
giving form to your ideas
the desert is your newsprint
this land your sketch book
and if at last you are satisfied
only one word is necessary: Be born!
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