Sobre brazas de un carbón | Poesía [ES/EN]

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Para migrar
no hay que construir ceniceros
ni barcos de papel.
Es preciso la lluvia,
un vendedor de vinos,
una madre cocinando
mientras construye poemas
sobre brazas de un carbón
sumergido en el agua.
El barco,
da igual construirlo
en la misma hoja
donde florecen las margaritas.

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_{Esta publicación fue parcialmente traducida con Google Translate.}

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To migrate,
one need not build ashtrays
or paper boats.
What is needed is the rain,
a wine merchant,
a mother cooking
while she crafts poems
upon the embers of a coal
submerged in water.
As for the boat—
it matters not if you build it
on the very same sheet of paper
where the daisies bloom.

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_{This post was partially translated using Google Translate.}

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