Hijo,
no voy a impresionarte con conejos
aparecidos bajo el sombrero,
ni con lluvias de estrellas que cargo en las espaldas
Perdón por el silencio prolongado
cuando con tu alma de niño decías:
Mamá, llévame a conocer la nieve,
a jugar con niños de otros países,
Fui culpable.
La patria me dolia en su cólera,
reabsorbiéndome
No entendí nada, juro que no entendí nada.
Salir en caravana y gritar eufóricamente
(¡ pinpon fuera abajo la gusanera !)
Fue mi juego preferido
Madre pavorosa ordenaba:
Huevos, huevos, contra los desafectos.
Odié, como fruto seco de tronco ennegrecido
y con mis amigas baile alrededor de la hoguera.
Hijo mío, yo ignoraba que eran nuestros amigos.
Padre se equivocó
no éramos ni hipócritas ni honestos;
Fuimos ignorantes
Eres feliz has vivido sereno
No entristezcas
Yo tampoco conozco la nieve.
Este poema es de mi autoría se encuentra publicado en mi cuarto libro " Duermo en paz porque canto" La obra es del artista visual José Vázquez Xenez
Son,
I'm not going to impress you with rabbits
under my hat,
nor with showers of stars that I carry on my back.
Forgive me for the long silence
when with your childish soul you said:
Mom, take me to meet the snow,
to play with children from other countries,
I was guilty.
The homeland hurt me in its anger,
reabsorbing me
I didn't understand anything, I swear I didn't understand anything.
To go out in a caravan and shout euphorically
(pinpon out down the wormhole!)
It was my favorite game
Mother dreadful commanded:
Eggs, eggs, against the disaffected.
I hated, like dried fruit of blackened trunk
and with my friends I danced around the bonfire.
My son, I was unaware that they were our friends.
Father was wrong
We were neither hypocrites nor honest;
We were ignorant
You are happy you have lived serene
Don't be sad
I don't know snow either.
This poem is by me and is published in my fourth book "Duermo en paz porque canto" (I sleep in peace because I sing) The work is by visual artist José Vázquez Xenez.
Translated with DeepL.com (free version)