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| (Malecón y P. Icaza, Guayaquil 1930) |
Llego a ti y mis silencios te disgustan
y te altera mi impávida mirada
en mi boca, cautivas, no se ajustan
las palabras que mueren en la nada.
Y comienzo a buscar alrededor
los sonidos que puedan contentarte
para sólo toparme aquella flor
que preciosa tampoco quiere hablarte.
Pero acercas sus pétalos a ti
luego inundas tu cuerpo con su aroma
sonrojada sonríes ante mí
y enmudeces los campos del idioma.
Se aproxima la noche que estrellada
en silencio decora el infinito
y la luna gobierna demacrada
la callada penumbra en la que habito.
Poco a poco se rinden al sosiego
agotados tus párpados sin vida
sin hablar te acaricio para luego
contemplarte en silencio así dormida
La quietud de tu ser me desfigura
en un mar de fantásticas leyendas...
yo te miro callado con ternura,
mis silencios te hablan sin que entiendas.
Mas quisiera en tu paz desvanecerme
y encontrar las palabras que me pides
porque temo que nunca quieras verme
y en silencio a la postre tú me olvides.
I come to you and my silences dislike you
and my impassive look alters you,
in my mouth, captive, they not adjust
the words that die in the nothing.
And I start looking around for
the sounds that can please you
to just bump that flower
that beautiful she doesn't want to talk to you either.
But you bring its petals to you,
then you flood your body with its aroma;
blushing, you smile at me
and you mute the language fields.
The night that crashesis approaching
in silence decorates the infinite
and the moon emaciated governs
the quiet gloom in which I live.
Little by little, your lifeless eyelids
are exhausted without peace,
without speaking, I caress you and then
contemplate you in silence, asleep
The stillness of your being disfigures me
in a sea of fantastic legends ...
I look at you quietly with tenderness,
my silences speak to you without your understanding.
But I would like to fade in your peace
and find the words you ask me
because I fear that you never want to see me
and in silence in the end you will forget me.
