VersiĂłn: IsaĂas Garde
Llegará el tiempo
en que, con alegrĂa,
te saludarás a ti mismo al llegar
a tu propia puerta, y ante tu propio espejo
cada cual sonreirá al recibirse mutuamente,
y dirá, siĂ©ntate aquĂ. Come.
Amarás otra vez al extraño que fuiste.
Dale vino. Dale pan. Devuelve tu corazĂłn
a sà mismo, al extraño que te amó
durante toda tu vida, a quién ignoraste
por otro, a quien te conoce de memoria.
Quita las cartas de amor de los estantes,
las fotos, las notas desesperadas,
Arranca tu propia imagen del espejo.
Siéntate. Celebra tu vida.
Derek Walcott - Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
en que, con alegrĂa,
te saludarás a ti mismo al llegar
a tu propia puerta, y ante tu propio espejo
cada cual sonreirá al recibirse mutuamente,
y dirá, siĂ©ntate aquĂ. Come.
Amarás otra vez al extraño que fuiste.
Dale vino. Dale pan. Devuelve tu corazĂłn
a sà mismo, al extraño que te amó
durante toda tu vida, a quién ignoraste
por otro, a quien te conoce de memoria.
Quita las cartas de amor de los estantes,
las fotos, las notas desesperadas,
Arranca tu propia imagen del espejo.
Siéntate. Celebra tu vida.
Derek Walcott - Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
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