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Оригинален текст
La llaga
Esta llaga llevo prendida
como vieja escarapela.
Estoy mostrándote mi herida abierta
la cual no fue hecha por hembra.
Desde las entrañas alumbrándome la pena
Se me ha colgáu.
Es esta llaga la que protege
los huesos de mi conciencia,
para que nunca jamás
olvide yo la razón de la miseria.
Su sentimiento de solitaria noche buena,
ya no da más.
Guarda decires de los que miran
al rey mago de la ausencia.
También derrota, sacrificio, amor.
Empedrado, olor a fiera.
Lluvia de patios, metal pesado
que en los chaperíos suena
y una mariposa mía y del que escribió,
que vuelve en las primaveras para ver.
Публикувано от 
Diazepan Medina в(ъв)/на 2018-01-09
Diazepan Medina в(ъв)/на 2018-01-09Редактирано последно от Diazepan Medina в(ъв)/на 2023-12-08
Diazepan Medina в(ъв)/на 2023-12-08Превод
The ulcer
I take this ulcer attached
as an old rosette.
I'm showing you my open wound
which wasn't made by a female.
From the heart shining on my pain
It hanged from me.
This is the ulcer that protects
the bones of my conscience,
for me to never ever
forget the reason of the misery.
Its feeling of lonely good night,
can't go on.
It keeps sayings of who look
to the magic king of the absence.
Also defeat, sacrifice, love.
Pavement, smell of beast.
Rain of yards, heavy metal
that sounds in the chaperios1
and a butterfly of mine and of who wrote
that he returns in the spring to see.
- 1. A house made with steel plates
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Almafuerte: 3-те най-преглеждани
| 1. | Se vos |
| 2. | Toro y pampa |
| 3. | Homenaje |
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