Un violín sobre las olas | Poesía [ES/EN]

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Un piano,
un violín,
cuerdas al aire;
tu piel con girasoles
entre historias
y pinturas colgadas
de niños que nunca me vieron.
No recuerdo el nombre
de quien tocaba el piano.
El violín era de Pepe,
y él
permitió
que yo intentara navegar
porque nunca supo del naufragio.
Solo un piano,
y un violín
sobre las olas.

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_{Esta publicación fue parcialmente traducida con Google Translate.}

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A piano,
a violin,
strings in the air;
your skin with sunflowers
among stories
and paintings hanging
of children who never saw me.
I don't remember the name
of the one who played the piano.
The violin belonged to Pepe,
and he
allowed
me to try to sail
because he never knew of the shipwreck.

Just a piano,
and a violin
on the waves.

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_{This post was partially translated using Google Translate.}

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