Quiero contarte cosas
pequeñas o grandes
imperantes o tontas.
No quiero que una cráter de esa
lejana luna
alcance la escarcha de una flor ya
congelada
en enloquecido ciclón se convierta
Que unas flacas palabras
tomen la importancia
de un final de este mundo
Todo es claro en mi verso
no indaguemos buscando obscuros
No quiero ser juzgado
Quiero sentirme libre
al contarte mi historia
No hay nada oculto en ella
ni tumultos ni agravios...
...A lo mas es como un riachuelo
que a veces ruge acariciando piedras
No quiero ser juzgado -acuérdate-
si me escoges de amigo.
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I do not want to be judged
I want to tell you things
small or large
prevailing or foolish.
I do not want a midget circle
to become a gigantic circus
Slight words
take the importance
of an end of this world
Everything is clear in my verse
let's not search for obscure
I do not want to be judged
I want to feel free
to tell you my history
There is nothing hidden in it
no riots or grievances ...
I want to tell you things
small or large
prevailing or foolish.
I do not want a midget circle
to become a gigantic circus
Slight words
take the importance
of an end of this world
Everything is clear in my verse
let's not search for obscure
I do not want to be judged
I want to feel free
to tell you my history
There is nothing hidden in it
no riots or grievances ...
... At most it is like a stream
which sometimes roars when caressing a stone
I do not want to be judged - remember -
if you choose me as a friend.
which sometimes roars when caressing a stone
I do not want to be judged - remember -
if you choose me as a friend.