Fotografías de ayer

Miro y miro
fotografías de ayer
veo el pelo largo
la barba, el poncho
paisajes que alguna vez
me acompañaron.

Y pienso,
haz como si el tiempo
no hubiera pasado
y borra
borra el dolor,
que constriñe tu alma

Quiero volver a ser simple
que me preocupe solo
lo que realmente me diga,
sigue construyendo,
sigue.

Love Itself

(Leonard Cohen)

The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.

I’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door –
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.

I’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door –
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

Then I came back from where I’d been.
My room, it looked the same –
But there was nothing left between
The Nameless and the Name.

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.

I’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door –
Then Love itself,
Love Itself was gone.
Love Itself was gone.