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LA TONADILLA
Cuando yo era joven, la luna habló en acertijos
y las estrellas rimaron. Yo era un nuevo juguete
esperando ser recogido por mi dueño.
Cuando yo era joven, puse al día de rodillas al correr.
Había árboles por mecerse, grillos por atrapar.
Era apenas dulce, infinitamente cruel,
seductora y mimada en leche,
quemada por el sol y plateada y costrosa como un potro.
Y el mundo ya era viejo.
Y yo era más vieja que lo que soy hoy.
When I was young, the moon spoke in riddles
and the stars rhymed. I was a new toy
waiting for my owner to pick me up.
When I was young, I ran the day to it's knees.
There were trees to swing on, crickets for capture.
I was narrowly sweet, infinitely cruel,
tongued in honey and coddled in milk,
sunburned and silvery ans scabbed like a colt.
And the world was already old.
And I was older than I am today.
and the stars rhymed. I was a new toy
waiting for my owner to pick me up.
When I was young, I ran the day to it's knees.
There were trees to swing on, crickets for capture.
I was narrowly sweet, infinitely cruel,
tongued in honey and coddled in milk,
sunburned and silvery ans scabbed like a colt.
And the world was already old.
And I was older than I am today.
(Akron, Ohio, EE.UU., 1952)
Traducción de Raúl Jaime Gaviria
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