Esta noche he soñado con Bob Dylan. Sonreía mucho y no era su sonrisa medio torcida. Era una sonrisa de colega y aún así era una sonrisa vieja. Me he despertado viendo sus surcos en la cara. Después he palpado mis arrugas.
Tonight I've dreamed of Bob Dylan. He smiled a lot but it wasn't his half-crooked-smile. It was a mate´s smile and even so it was an old smile. I've woken up seeing his wide wrinkles across his face. I've then fingertouched mine.