No pidas palabras del que escribe
Tal vez portador de versos distantes
Delicadas notas de piel en declive
Dueño de prosas y fugaces instantes
No pidas sonrojos atados al tiempo
aún si el deseo urgencia esgrime
Huye de la lira y su arpegio sublime
Ahogando susurros ajados al viento
No, no pidas al sueño la luz que emana
De ajenas fronteras e inusitadas cimas
No ves que tu risa y tu tez lozana
Inspiran sin duda delicadas rimas
Pide sí aquella paz que anida
Senderos de tiernas mieses y claveles
Espacios de miel e ínclitos laureles
Dádivas o dones de la misma vida
English
Don't ask for words from the one who writes
Perhaps bearer of distant verses
Delicate notes of declining skin
Owner of prose and fleeting instants
Don't ask for blushes tied to time
Even if the urgent desire wields
Flee from the lyre and its sublime arpeggio
Drowning whispers in the wind
No, don't ask the dream for the light that emanates
From foreign frontiers and unusual peaks
Don't you see that your laughter and your fresh gaze
Inspire without doubt delicate rhymes
Ask for that peace that nests
Paths of tender cornfields and carnations
Spaces of honey and illustrious laurels
Gifts for sure of life itself
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