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This week I came as a leaf, hehe, after a Sunday of rest, I return today to sing a moved song called "Suppose" or the song of the clumsy as Silvio Rodríguez would say, as you should already know I like his compositions very much, and as I achieve a good guitar with my voice I think they come out a little well, resulting in this humble version that I bring for week 110, I send you a hug and a happy start to the week.
Supón
Silvio Rodríguez
Supón que en un trabajo productivo
Te encuentro en tu pañuelo singular
Y luego de ese instante decisivo,
Supón que no te dejo de mirar.
Supón que tanto tu fulgor persigo
Que aplasto un surco y tengo mi sermón,
Que corto un fruto tierno, que me olvido
De mi sombrero bienhechor
Y no reparo en el calor
De la hora en que se prende el sol:
Supón que agua al fin te pido
Y supón que ya eres mi canción.
Supón que me presento como amigo,
Que te pregunto nombre y profesión,
Que miro al suelo y digo que ha llovido
U otro comentario sin razón.
Supón que me has mirado comprensiva
Pero no tienes nada que agregar.
Supón que entonces hablo de la vida
Como queriendo aparentar
Que tengo mucho que contar,
Que soy un tipo original.
Supón que ríes divertida
Y supón que ya eres mi canción.
Supón que hay una tarde para el cine
Y que he llegado una hora después,
Porque la ruta extraña en la que vine
No era para acá, sino al revés.
Supón que la pantalla te ilumina,
Que rompe y que sujeta tu perfil.
Supón tu mano un ave recogida,
Y un cazador, sin más fusil
Que un dedo tímido, va a abrir
El sí o el no del porvenir.
Supón que no eres sorprendida
Y supón que ya eres mi canción.
Supón que la fortuna es nuestra amiga
Y que de tres a cinco puede ser.
Tu padre parte, fumo yo en la esquina:
La puerta, contraseña y tú, mujer.
Supón que entro y que nos abrazamos.
Supón que todo está por agotar:
Es la primera vez que nos amamos.
Pero supón que hablo sin parar,
Supón que el tiempo viene y va,
Supón que sigo original.
Supón que no nos desnudamos
Y supón que ya eres mi canción.
Suppose
Silvio Rodríguez
Suppose in a productive job
I find you in your unique handkerchief
And after that decisive moment,
Suppose I don't stop looking at you.
Suppose I so much your brilliance pursue
That I crush a groove and have my sermon,
That I cut a tender fruit, that I forget
From my benevolent hat
And I don't dwell on the heat
From the time when the sun is set:
Suppose that water at last I ask you
And suppose you're already my song.
Suppose I introduce myself as a friend,
That I ask you name and profession,
That I look at the ground and say that it has rained
Or another comment for no reason.
Suppose you have looked at me sympathetically
But you have nothing to add.
Suppose then I speak of life
As if wanting to appear
That I have a lot to tell,
That I'm an original guy.
Suppose you laugh funny
And suppose you're already my song.
Suppose there's an afternoon for the cinema
And that I arrived an hour later,
Because the strange route I came on
It was not for here, but the other way around
Suppose the screen illuminates you,
That breaks and holds your profile.
Suppose your hand a collected bird,
And a hunter, with no more rifle
That a shy finger, will open
The yes or no of the future.
Suppose you're not surprised
And suppose you're already my song.
Suppose fortune is our friend
And that from three to five can be.
Your father leaves, I smoke in the corner:
The door, password and you, woman
Suppose I walk in and hug each other.
Suppose everything is about to run out:
It's the first time we've loved each other.
But suppose I speak non-stop,
Suppose time comes and goes,
Suppose I'm still original.
Suppose we don't get naked
And suppose you're already my song.
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