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COMO ÁRBOLES
Quién hubiera dicho
que estos poemas de otros
iban a ser
míos
después de todo hay hombres que no fui
y sin embargo quise ser
si no por una vida al menos por un rato
o por un parpadeo
en cambio hay hombres que fui
y ya no soy ni puedo ser
y esto no siempre es un avance
a veces es una tristeza
hay deseos profundos y nonatos
que prolongué como coordenadas
hay fantasías que me prometi
y desgraciadamente no he cumplido
y otras que me cumplí sin prometérmelas
hay rostros de verdad
que alumbraron mis fábulas
rostros que no vi más pero siguieron
vigilándome desde
la letra en que los puse
hay fantasmas de carne otros de hueso
también hay los de lumbre y corazón
o sea cuerpos en pena almas en júbilo
que vi o toqué o simplemente puse
a secar
a vivir
a gozar
a morirse
pero además está lo qe advertí de lejos
yo también escuché una paloma
que era de otros diluvios
yo tambén destrocé un paraíso
que era de otras infancias
yo también gemí un sueño
que era de otros amores
asi pues
desde este misterioso confín de la existencia
los otros me ampararon como árboles
con nidos o sin nidos
poco importa
no me dieron envidia sino frutos
esos otros están
aqui
sus poemas
son mentiras de a puño
son verdades piadosas
están aqui
rodeándome
juzgandome
con las pobres palabras que les di
hombres que miran tierra y cielo
a través de la niebla
o sin sus anteojos
también a mí me miran
con la pobre mirada que les di
son otros que están fuera de mi reino
claro
pero además
estoy en ellos
a veces tienen lo que nunca tuve
a veces aman lo que quise amar
a veces odian lo que estoy odiando
de pronto me parecen lejanos
tan remotos
que me dan vértigo y melancolía
y los veo minados por un duelo sin llanto
y otras veces en cambio
los presiento tan cerca
que miro por sus ojos
y toco por sus manos
y cuando odian me alegro de su rencor
y cuando aman me arrimo a su alegría
quién hubiera dicho
que estos poemas míos
iban a ser
de otros.
Mario Benedetti
Like trees...
Who would have said
that these other poems
it´s could be mine
after all there are men that I was not
and yet I wanted to be
if not for a life at least for a while
or a blinking
however there are men who went
I am neither, and can be
and this is not always an improvement
sometimes it is a sad
There are deep desires and the unborn
long as it coordinates
There are fantasies that I promised
and unfortunately I have not met
I turned and without promese me
There are faces of truth
that lit my fables
faces that I saw no more but still
guarded from
the point where I
There are other ghosts meat bone
there are also those of fire and heart
bodies or souls in pain in jubilation
I saw or touched or simply put
dried
to live
to enjoy
to die
qe but also warned it is far
I also heard a dove
that was another deluge
I shred and also a paradise
which was other childhoods
I also dream Gemi
that was another love
So
from this mysterious corner of the existence
I like to cover the other trees
with or without nests nests
immaterial
I was not jealous but fruit
these others are
here
his poems
are lies of a fist
are true pious
Here are
around me
judging
poor with words that I gave
men who look at earth and sky
through the fog
or without your glasses
I also look
with poor sight which I
are others who are outside my realm
clear
but also
I'm in them
sometimes have what I never had
sometimes love what I love
sometimes I hate what odiando
suddenly seem distant
so remote
they give me vertigo and melancholy
mined by and see a grief without tears
however, sometimes
feel it so close to the
I look for your eyes
and play their hands
I'm glad they hate their resentment
they love me leaning his joy
Who would have said
these poems of mine
it´s could be
other.
Mario Benedetti
(Traducción Ilidio Fernandes)
kodomo 29/06/2009 21:28
very niceIveth Claros 15/06/2009 0:52
Qué paisaje tan lindo! Te animas a decirme dónde es? ;)Los colores de esta toma me encantan!
Saluditos
Iveth
DRAGA PUC 13/06/2009 21:48
+++Luc Bellen alias SKYWALKER 12/06/2009 0:51
Hello,Beautiful landscape with warm colors, beautiful light and beautiful composition .....
Kind regards from Belgium,
Luc
adriano j faria 07/06/2009 17:05
Uma atmosfera muito bonita e natural.belo cenário!!
beij............Adriano.
chris nsmith 02/06/2009 17:31
Beautiful shot.bw
Chris
Ilidio Fernandes 01/06/2009 16:22
Who would have saidthat these other poems
iban be
míos
after all there are men that I was not
and yet I wanted to be
if not for a life at least for a while
or a blinking
however there are men who went
I am neither, and can be
and this is not always an improvement
sometimes it is a sad
There are deep desires and the unborn
long as it coordinates
There are fantasies that I promised
and unfortunately I have not met
I turned and without prometérmelas
There are faces of truth
that lit my fables
faces that I saw no more but still
guarded from
the point where I
There are other ghosts meat bone
there are also those of fire and heart
bodies or souls in pain in jubilation
I saw or touched or simply put
dried
to live
to enjoy
to die
qe but also warned it is far
I also heard a dove
that was another deluge
I shred and also a paradise
which was other childhoods
I also dream Gemi
that was another love
So
from this mysterious corner of the existence
I like to cover the other trees
with or without nests nests
immaterial
I was not jealous but fruit
these others are
here
his poems
are lies of a fist
are true pious
Here are
rodeándome
judging
poor with words that I gave
men who look at earth and sky
through the fog
or without your glasses
I also look
with poor sight which I
are others who are outside my realm
clear
but also
I'm in them
sometimes have what I never had
sometimes love what I love
sometimes I hate what odiando
suddenly seem distant
so remote
they give me vertigo and melancholy
mined by and see a grief without tears
however, sometimes
feel it so close to the
I look for your eyes
and play their hands
I'm glad they hate their resentment
they love me leaning his joy
Who would have said
these poems of mine
iban be
other.
Mario Benedetti
Love it and this is the best i can do. beijinhos
Kaith Kakavouli 01/06/2009 15:21
beautiful !!!!can you put an english translation of the poem for us to understand it !!!!
Vera Böhm 01/06/2009 12:58
This is a fantastic exposure of this landscapewith very beautiful warm brown tones. Well done!
Regards, Vera
Michael Krüger MK 01/06/2009 9:22
Gefällt mir ausgezeichnet. Diese Aufnahme lebt von der Lichtstimmung und die ist einfach stark.Gruß Michael