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Soneto

Сонет

Como un conquistador en coraza de hierro
sali al camino y voy alegremente.
Descanso en el jardin dichoso,
o me inclino hacia quebradas y abismos.

Por el cielo turbio y sin estrellas
a veces crece la niebla; pero rio y aguardo
y tengo fe en mi estrella, como siempre,
yo, conquistador en coraza de hierro.

Y si en este mundo no esta en nuestra mano
desoldar el ultimo eslabon,
que llegue la muerte; estoy llamandola…

Luchare con ella hasta el final
y tal vez mis dedos moribundos
aun puedan lograr un lirio azul…


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