A veces siento que las lágrimas queman al salir. Hoy abrasan. Menos mal que el viejo Roble me consuela. —La memoria del bosque es de color verde —dice.
Sometimes I feel my tears burn when they come out. They blaze today. Luckily Old Oak comforts me. —The wood's memory is coloured green — says he.
They burn, my tears. They blaze today. Should I ask the Oak to wipe them away? Green he's wearing, the colour of the memories he's sharing.
(Muchas gracias a David Pastor y Ana Martín por las traducciones y las correcciones).