| Luis Cernuda -Niño tras un cristal- |
| viernes, 20 de octubre de 2006 |
Niño tras un cristal
Al caer la tarde, absorto
Tras el cristal, el niño mira
Llover. La luz que se ha encendido
En un farol contrasta
La lluvia blanca con el aire oscuro.
La habitación a solas
Le envuelve tíbiamente,
Y el visillo, velando
Sobre el cristal, como una nube,
Le susurra lunar encantamiento.
El colegio se aleja. Es ahora
La tregua, con el libro
De historias y de estampas
Bajo la lámpara, la noche,
El sueño, las horas sin medida.
Vive en el seno de su fuerza tierna,
Todavía sin deseo, sin memoria,
El niño, y sin presagio
Que afuera el tiempo aguarda
Con la vida, al acecho.
En su sombra la perla ya se forma.
Boy behind a window
As evening comes down, the boy
Buried in thought behind the glass
Watches it rain. The glow from a burning
Streetlamp makes the white rain
Stand out against the darkened air.
The room he has to himself
Wraps him in its warmth
And the thin curtain, guarding
The window like a cloud, whispers to him
That the moon has things under a spell.
School fades from his mind. This is
A break for him, with the book
Full of stories and pictures
Under the study lamp, the night,
Sleep, hours that weigh nothing.
The boy is living in the heart
Of his small power, with no desires
So far, no memories, never suspecting
That time waits out there,
With life, ready to spring.
The pearl is taking form in his shadow.
Translated by Hardie St. MartinEtiquetas: Luis Cernuda |
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