Olga L. Miranda
si me regalas esas flores que me sostienen frágil,
melancólica y postergada,
te entregaría mi único sol de marzo,
revelaría mi mejores sueños... la fortuna que me leyó la gitana,
mis delirios de amores puros,
te mostraría los cardenales rojos y los amarillos de aquel bosque,
te diría el escondite de mis antiguos palacios en ruinas,
declararía el misterio de mis pobres alegrías,
te contaría los milagros de Jesús y de todos los santos,
confesaría el secreto de mi felicidad y de mis miedos,
ofrecería mis abrazos...mis esperanzas...mis poemas uno a uno,
pétalo a pétalo.
(in English)
melancólica y postergada,
te entregaría mi único sol de marzo,
revelaría mi mejores sueños... la fortuna que me leyó la gitana,
mis delirios de amores puros,
te mostraría los cardenales rojos y los amarillos de aquel bosque,
te diría el escondite de mis antiguos palacios en ruinas,
declararía el misterio de mis pobres alegrías,
te contaría los milagros de Jesús y de todos los santos,
confesaría el secreto de mi felicidad y de mis miedos,
ofrecería mis abrazos...mis esperanzas...mis poemas uno a uno,
pétalo a pétalo.
(in English)
If You Give Me Those Flowers
if you give me those flowers that hold me fragile,
melancholic and postponed,
I would give you my only sun of March
my best dreams... the fortune that a gypsy read me,
my deliriums of pure loves,
I would show you the red and yellow cardinals of that forest,
I would tell you the hiding place of my ancient ruined palaces,
I would declare to you the mystery of my poor joys,
I would tell you the miracles of Jesus and of all the saints,
I would confess to you the secret of my happiness and my fears,
I would offer you my hugs... my hopes... my poems one by one,
petal by petal.
if you give me those flowers that hold me fragile,
melancholic and postponed,
I would give you my only sun of March
my best dreams... the fortune that a gypsy read me,
my deliriums of pure loves,
I would show you the red and yellow cardinals of that forest,
I would tell you the hiding place of my ancient ruined palaces,
I would declare to you the mystery of my poor joys,
I would tell you the miracles of Jesus and of all the saints,
I would confess to you the secret of my happiness and my fears,
I would offer you my hugs... my hopes... my poems one by one,
petal by petal.
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