Sometimes words are all that remains, but with them, one can reconstruct the world.
WITH THE SIMPLE WORD
With the simple word of talk every day,
that is so noble that it will never be vulgar,
I am saying these things that most are not mine, as well as
beaches are hardly Tues
With the simple word that has a story that is old age
eternal of eternal childhood,
illusion, like a tree loses its leaves in the wind,
dies with the hope born again.
With simple words I offer what you offer,
just love that you get when you're gone now: Who
perfumes a rose is wrong twice, because the rose
dry and the perfume is gone.
With the simple word that burns in his own fire,
feel pride in me is in another's disdain:
The stars at night are not the blind,
but, although he did not know it, it also illuminates .
And so, as a stream becomes a river,
and that each cascade is further purified,
I sing this song so foreign and so mine,
with the single word that never dies.
José Ángel Buesa
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