Hay noches amigas de partidas
Esconden el reproche
Del destino y sus azares
De mi copa eres vino
Medio mío
Y de otros andares
Sirve la niebla a tu destino
Fulgores de luz y rocío
El alba y sus despertares
Es el sendero que te toca
Venido del cielo
A morir en tu boca
No he de ser piedra ni tropiezo
Acaso frugal brizna
que al viento escapa
Y si el ocaso torna en consuelo
Otro día que en ayer se posa
De todas las dotes de tu pelo
Fuiste medio vino y una rosa.
There are friendly nights of departures
They hide the reproach
Of destiny and its vagaries
From my glass you are wine
Half mine
And from other walks
The mist serves your destiny
Fulgores of light and dew
The dawn and its awakenings
Is the path that touches you
Coming from the sky
To die in your mouth
I shall not be a stone or a stumbling block
Perhaps a frugal wisp
That escapes to the wind
And if the sunset becomes consolation
Of another day that rests on yesterday
Of all the gifts of your hair
You were half a wine and a rose.
Texto original de @joalheal/ imágen de Pixabay
Endcard diseño en Canva.
Original text by @joalheal/ image from Pixabay
Endcard design in Canva.
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