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Letanía / Litany
02:38
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"Tú eres el pan y el cuchillo,
la copa de cristal y el vino.
Eres el rocío sobre el pasto de la mañana
y el anillo ardiente del sol.
Eres el blanco delantal del panadero
y las aves del pantano levantando el vuelo.
Sin embargo, no eres el viento en el huerto,
las ciruelas en el estante,
o el castillo de naipes.
Y ciertamente no eres el aire perfumado de pino.
Imposible que seas tú el aire perfumado de pino.
Es posible que seas tú el pez bajo el puente,
incluso la paloma sobre la cabeza del general,
pero ni siquiera cerca estás
de ser el campo de azulejos al ocaso.
Y un vistazo en el espejo mostrará
que no eres ni las botas en la esquina
ni la barca dormida en su cobertizo.
Tal vez te interese saber,
hablando de las tantas imágenes del mundo,
que yo soy el sonido de la lluvia sobre el techo.
Sucede también que soy yo la estrella fugaz,
y el diario de la tarde cayendo en un callejón,
y el canasto de castaños sobre la mesa de cocina.
También soy la luna entre los árboles
y la taza de té de la mujer ciega.
Pero descuida, no soy el pan y el cuchillo.
Tú sigues siendo el pan y el cuchillo.
Tú siempre serás el pan y el cuchillo,
no sin mencionar la copa de cristal y –de algún modo– el vino."
(Versión de Lilián Cerda Sol)
"You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.
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Primavera / Spring
03:43
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if they only knew
what great jokes God has played on humanity
yes, he's placed me in the midst of them
for vague purpose of vague and
yet so great that I don't know where
it is myself
I don't know where this purpose lies
hidden
what is there?
a soft fire that is burning within me
to let me know
yes, it's there
and my mind searches for it
and my heart searches for it
And I look and I think,
yes, here it is
then it's gone
it's like a mist
then it's like a sunset
it's like a sunrise
it's like a universe
it lies there
and yet I walk among people all long
not knowing
and the people not knowing
and then I think
I say,
what a great joke I am
and then, strangely enough
I look at people sometimes and I hate
them
I look at them and I hate them
I don't wish to destroy them
I don't want to harm them
But I hate them
Because I know that I'm a part of them
that I am here for them
that I belong to them
and that's why I hate them
because you see, if I didn't belong to them
if I wasn't placed here for them
I would be a free spirit
But I can't be free as long as I haven't
served my purpose
I can't be free as long as I give to people
what I have to give to them
yes, I'm more free than most men
I'm more free than most spirits
but yet I am chained
you see, it's a great joke on me, too
then again, I look at people, and I
love them
I love them so very much until I turn
my head in shame
I want to touch them with my fingertips
and erase the frown from their face
I want to touch them with my mind and
erase every care and every sorrow away
I want to touch them with my mind and
open their mind's eye and let them see
the things that I know and feel
I want to do that because I love them
then I look at them, then I hate them
again
I hate them because I love them so much
and I don't know
I don't know where hate begins and love ends
I don't know how love ends and hatebegins
I don't know any of those things
all I know is
I'm a great joke
I'm the biggest joke that's ever been
played upon the world
and people think
they think that God has no ailment
but I know because I'm a living joke
I'm one that will cause people to scratch
their heads in wonderment
In search of their hollow hearts
and look in their souls and wonder,
Where did he come from? What is he?
Who made him?
You see, I'm such a great joke
until I tickle myself
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Músico chileno. Apasionado por las melodías y las historias inspiradoras / Music making human being from Chile. Passionate about melodies and inspiring stories.
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