Poema de Luis Chamizo
The Nacencia
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Bruño the sturdy brown clouds
the sun lus that s'agachó on a hill
artas and buds of trees
d'un slipped stained orange.
by mouthfuls air
brought us the ruidosd'allá away
and guitar d'prayer bells
de l' village church. We were
dambos together in the ass,
the road again, I
women, many Malito,
sighing and moaning.
gorriatos Bands montesinos
flying, chirping, the sky,
and flew pal sun, the scree qu'en
d' was glare glasses. The
grillosy
frogs singing in the distance ,
and sang at crawling distance from the colorful
on rockrose and heather;
and roändo, roändo, the mountains,
came the dolondón of bells.
take more beautiful!
qu'anochecer more Bueno!
happier than later
if juéramos happy! ...
-not-me can be IJO-väite, väite
with the donkey pal people
and güervetedeprisa con l'grandfather,
the midwife or the MEIC!
And the donkey fell gradually
s'arrellanó on the ground,
hands together and looked p'arriba, pa
the bruñíosnubarrones tough.
Dirmed, dejagla alone ...
dejagla commonly co me to her own dog,
in goal JESA,
a league of people ...
not that! branch above
d'
d'un Studs your eyes reondos
an owl looking at me;
an owl-eyed vedriaos
as the eyes of the dead ...
I have no single dejagla juerzas pa ...
but I that is if I interlock!
The donkey had gnawed screws
flowery the edge
careaba flies with their tails;
and left the confrontation,
lifted the Jocic, I looked
and continued gnawing.
That think the donkey,
if they have the donkeys thoughts!
me I Juí junt'a Juana,
Jinquan of roíllas me on the floor,
JICE to remember the prayers that
m'enseñaron when new.
I had pacencia
p'hacé memory of prayers ...
Who can socorregla if I go!
po who is the midwife if I interlock!
Gorvi tó stunned the eyes
pa reondos eyes of the owl;
and those green eyes,
as large, open,
qu'otras times gave me laugh, now
mieo gave me .. .
they looked so fixed
the eyes of the owl!
No frogs singing.
Crickets did not sing in the distance.
s'placaron air puffs.
S'asomaron moon and star.
not arrived, rondo, in the mountains
the dolondón of bells ...
Daba quietú so much grief!
Daba I do not know how much silence!
more pa M'arrimé it:
the burned breath,
Tthe shaking hands, shivering
your body ...
lus and the eyes
lunaeran bigger and blacker.
I felt that my chorreban
tears of fire.
One fell roändo,
and lit d'un hair
in your face metallic Queo
is shining.
What a beautiful and Guen:
who might be meica!
Sr.: You know what
how much I love her,
You who know Qu'est also home
sah, you qu'eres Bueno,
You which to sprout seeds JacEs
qu'echamos on the ground,
Your that stems much JacEs
when it comes time,
You who JacEs stopping sheep
Wives without ní meica ...
why sah, I will Juana died
with what I love,
when I was so honrao
and being so Bueno You?
Ay! what longest night
so much suffering:
things that would
that deciglas pueo not!
Jizo God for a miracle ...
could not fail!
Toito land full of
him up off the ground;
I looked mu mu slowly ... slowly,
with a crumb of respect.
was a child ... My son!
d'oth son, our son.
She asked me
with open arms ...
That pretty Qu'est
llorandi and sonriyendo!
came breaking.
s'oían far
the laughter of the shepherds
and dolondón of bells.
kissed his mother and take away my son;
left to run,
and a clear water regacho d'
to washed his body.
I felt more honrao,
more Christian, Bueno,
baptizing my son as the priest
baptized in the village boys. Tea
be campusino.
Tié to be one of us,
that something was born baj'una oak
of the path again.
Nacencia hey say that is one thing
looking gentlemen in the village:
pos pa me that my son
SIT better than them,
God Jizo in preson with me
Juana comadre and MEIC. Asina
born kissed the ground,
agraecía that stuck to his body and
Thu up the same moon
who paid him the kiss ...
d' who know these things
those lords!
we left the hut,
three golves the people. Jizo
God for a miracle on the way ...
could not fail!
Every time I read it gives me goose bumps and my eyes blur. Enjoy.
Today I
