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En Bretaña

В Бретани

¡Salud, oh mar!, el mar, cuya ribera,
en su traje de sedas, unos lores
tomaron tras surcarlo en su galera,
barriendo a bárbaros emperadores.

Permite solamente que prefiera
otro mar de peligros y temores,
el mar del tiburón y la quimera,
terror de los morenos pescadores;

ese otro mar que… escucho en un gemido
y veo con celaje enrojecido,
en mi cuarto, en la calma vespertina,

cuando soy como flecha en la ballesta,
y el alma toda está en tensión y presta
ante la atroz belleza femenina.

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  • Испанский
    Вера Виноградова
    En Bretaña

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