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Usted y yo

Я и Вы

Que no somos pareja, bien lo entiendo;
yo vengo de una tierra muy lejana.
Las voces de la zurnia me cautivan,
confieso que me aburre la guitarra.

No canto en los salones elegantes
frente a oscuras levitas y vestidos.
Yo canto a los dragones y a las nubes,
al aguada en las cascadas, a los ríos.

Mi amor es como el moro en el desierto,
que a la fuente se acerca con codicia.
No soy el paladín aquel del lienzo,
prendado de una estrella y que suspira.

Y sé que he de morir no en blanda cama,
de médicos, notarios, asistido;
quizás he de caer en algún foso
de hiedras muy espesas recomido.

No quiero un paraíso protestante,
aséptico y trivial, abierto a todos,
mas busco algún lugar donde se alcen
las putas, los ladrones, los mendigos.

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