No te veo. Bien sé
que estás aquí, detrás
de una frágil pared
de ladrillos y cal, bien al alcance
de mi voz, si llamara.
Pero no llamaré.
Te llamaré mañana,
cuando, al no verte ya
me imagine que sigues
aquí cerca, a mi lado,
y que basta hoy la voz
que ayer no quise dar.
Mañana... cuando estés
allá detrás de una
frágil pared de vientos,
de cielos y de años.
poema de Pedro Salinas
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I don't see you. Well I know
that you are here, behind
a fragile wall
of bricks and lime, well within the reach
of my voice, if I would call.
But I won't call.
I'll call you tomorrow
when, not seeing you yet
I will imagine that you are still
here close by, at my side
and that today this voice is sufficient
the one that yesterday I chose not to give.
Tomorrow...when you would be
there behind a
fragile wall of winds,
of skies and years.
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