Respuestas
Respuesta:
Who would have again ...
Who would have again, to cover us,
a mother at night, feverish eyelids,
who a brush of lips on the forehead would feel
clearing the ghost of childish fears!
Who had, again, on the head
a face of tenderness in pale ivory
and who under a hand that finally blessed us
feel the childhood sorrows dissipate!
we would have to go back to distant childhood
to the old days of the happy years,
those times of yesterday when the fragrance
it was all honey, balsam and ambrosia,
in which the cure of the greatest damage
it was achieved with just your kiss, my mother!
t is necessary to have a rock soul,
hyena blood and heart of steel,
to give this goodbye that in the throat
I stop when I sketch my chest.
It is necessary to have the lips of a martyr
to get closer to them
the gall of the chalice that in my trembling hand
with cloudy eyes waiting I see.
Sweet is greed how much it reaches
fold the useless gold, which he has hidden;
without having another desire, nor for meaning,
meditate and pleasure, and hope.