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"What if I should discover that the poorest of the beggars and the most impudent of offenders are all within me, and that I stand in need of the alms of my own kindness; that I myself am the enemy who must be loved...what then?" Carl Jung ..."
What if it's only me who holds the Sword of Damocles dongleing up my head...?" Ramiro
What if it's only me who holds the Sword of Damocles dongleing up my head...?" Ramiro
Tú piensas que eres distinto,
porque te dicen poeta,
y tienes un mundo aparte,
más allá de las estrellas.
You think you're different,
because they call you "poet"
And you have your own world
beyond the stars...
De tanto mirar la luna,
ya nada sabes mirar.
Eres como un pobre ciego,
que no sabe a dónde va.
For staring the moon
you forgot the rest.
You are like a poor blind
who don't know where to go.
Vete a mirar los mineros,
los hombres en el trigal,
y cántale a los que luchan,
por un pedazo de pan.
Go to see the miners,
the men on the fields,
and sing about who struggles
for a piece of bread.
Poeta de tiernas rimas:
vete a vivir a la selva,
y aprenderás muchas cosas,
del hachero y sus miserias.
Poet of tender rhymes,
go to live in the jungle,
and you'll learn a lot
from the woodcutter
and his miseries.
Vive junto con el pueblo;
no lo mires desde afuera,
que lo primero es el hombre,
y lo segundo, poeta.
Live with your people,
don't observe them from outside,
that you first are a man,
and then, a poet.
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