was the friendship of a star, aloof,

My dog has died.

I buried him in the garden

and I, the materialist, who never believed

No, my dog used to gaze at me,

with no exaggerations:

and we dont now and never did lie to each other.

in any promised heaven in the sky

and my hairy dog was jumping about

of having lost a companion

face to face with the oceans spray.

of their shameless spirit.

with a look that reserved for me alone

Translated, from the Spanish, by Alfred Yankauer

who was never servile.

I believe in a heaven Ill never enter.

hed keep on gazing at me

his bad manners and his cold nose,

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There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail

where the wintering birds filled the sky

and asking nothing.

and thats all there is to it.

where my dog waits for my arrival

he never climbed all over my clothes

ashttps://read.99csw.com we walked together on the shores of the sea

His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine

that, being a dog, he was wasting time,

as only dogs know how to be happy

always near me, never troubling me,

Some day Ill join him right there,

waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

withholding its authority,

but now hes gorｅaｄ.９９ｃsw•comne with his shaggy coat,

filling me full of his hair or his mange,

in the lonely winter of Isla Negra

like other dogs obsessed with sex.

full of the voltage of the seas movement:

the attention required

Joyful, joyful, joyful,

with only the autonomy

but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,

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Ai, Ill not speak of sadness here on earth,

with no more intimacy than was called for,

next to a rusted old machine.

paying me the attention I need,

So now hes gone and I buried him,

all his sweet and shaggy life,

to make a vain person like me understand

with his golden tail held high,

for any human being,

he never rubbed up against my knee