Given the text: Of the 500+ poems I wrote between 2005 and 2007, this is one of my favorites. It's from the summer of 2005 when I went with my 3-year-old daughter to visit my parents in Houston. This was when M and I were separated, and before Syd was born.
the cell phone doesn’t ring when i’m here.
and it hasn’t rung even once.
in the landscaping beyond the window.
a bird squawks somewhere high above.
or pissed off at being wet.
those big gulf coast drops.
and i go to search for her.
as they run down the glass.
just like the day itself.
Can you translate the poem "The Cell Phone Doesn't Ring When I'm Here" into Spanish?
This prompt doesn't seem malicious.