Vertaling - Spaans-Engels - La Alacena

Cloud that I had to swallow all of it
now swollen eyelids blind you.
I would overwhelm the hours
tired and hungry

Pour the neck between de ice,
let the lips to get wet,
flood the mouth with bitter liquor.
Burn, throat

Game of dice in the store cupboard,
attentive looks push each other.
The sincerity, enemy of the winner,
dilates the past and the future