Falsario Te escribí un poema, le dije Su mueca hilarante me retrajo Pidió permiso y siguió caminando Era el “No” que nace de lo aparente Sobre esa ruta cayó el espantapájaros El falsario; no el de Girondo “No me importa” añadió alejándose Y miraba el sol como se miran las nubes Ambos éramos Mitrídates de algún modo. de D. L. Speaks Forger I wrote you a poem, I told him His hilarious grin retracted me She asked permission and kept walking It was the "No" that is born from the apparent On that route the scarecrow fell The forger; not the Girondo's "I don't care" he added walking away And He looks the sun like seeing the clouds We were both Mithridates in a way. By Donald L. Speaks