Without Difficulty
Rays of light this morning
of January
kiss my lips, sing and become honey.
Without difficulty I see my tree of jacaranda
my arms reach the window and the paper...
You went to the sea to caress the morning
and I am going to work in this non-particular day.
With empty tables the most, neither water nor bread
and arms for the final war. Another morning...
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Sin Dificultad
Rayos de luz de esta ma–ana de enero
besan mis labios, cantan y se hacen miel.
Sin dificultad crece mi ‡rbol de jacarand‡
mis brazos alcanzan la ventana y el papel...
Y tu te fuiste al mar a acariciar el lucero
y yo a trabajar en esta ma–ana no particular.
Con mesas vac’as las m‡s, sin agua ni pan
y armas para la guerra final. Otra ma–ana...