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En Bretaña

В Бретани

Salud, oh, mar... Tú eres de esos mares
por donde navegan las galeras
y caballeros vestidos de seda
conquistaban a los reyes bárbaros.

No es extraño que yo quiera más
aquellos mares temibles
donde hay tiburones y quimeras,
terror de pescadores de piel negra?

Aquellos mares... Oigo su ronca voz
y veo sus celajes de arrebol
en la quietud nocturna de mi cuarto,
a la hora en que me siento flecha y arco
y es mi alma sólo éxtasis y anhelos
frente a la belleza de la mujer.


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    Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
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