Día 19: Has jugado (creo) y has roto los juguetes que más querías

Y ahora ya me empiezo a preguntar

cuál de estos chistes es el mejor:

El del día en que te hablé de amor

sabiendo que daban temporal...

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You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing:
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we´ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understad!)

You hace played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondes of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of tings that brak, and—
Jus tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knos,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I´ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I´ll sin you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Wich shall keep (I think) your little hart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

E. E. Cummings
Buffalo Bill ha muerto (Antología poética 1910-1962)
Edición bilingüe
Poesía Hiperión (Madrid, 2010)
ISBN: 978-84-7517-476-1