From Voice to you due (1933), Pedro Salinas, I leave here one of my favorite poems.
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| The stolen kiss. Jean-Honoré Fragonard |
If you called me, yes,
if you called me!
I would give anything, everything you throw
:
prices, catalogs,
the blue ocean on the maps,
the days and nights, old telegrams
and love.
Thou you're not my love,
if you called me!
And yet I hope your voice down
telescopes,
from the star,
by mirrors, through tunnels, leap years
by
can come. I do not know where.
From prodigy, always.
Because if you call me
"if you called me, yes, if you called me!"
be from a miracle,
incognito, without seeing it.
never from the lips that kiss you, never
from the voice that says: "Do not go."
if you called me!
I would give anything, everything you throw
:
prices, catalogs,
the blue ocean on the maps,
the days and nights, old telegrams
and love.
Thou you're not my love,
if you called me!
And yet I hope your voice down
telescopes,
from the star,
by mirrors, through tunnels, leap years
by
can come. I do not know where.
From prodigy, always.
Because if you call me
"if you called me, yes, if you called me!"
be from a miracle,
incognito, without seeing it.
never from the lips that kiss you, never
from the voice that says: "Do not go."
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