"¿Criaturas erróneas?
¿Mundos equivocados?
¿Dioses irresponsables?
Eran para otro mundo
¿Qué es eso que no envejece?
Hoja que no cae
cuando todas las hojas caen,
hora siempre en su primer minuto,
sabor que no decrece.
Superficie refractaria
a la escritura de la destrucción.
Material reservado para un signo
que tal vez nadie sepa trazar.
Algo que calla de una sola vez,
sin pactar con la decadencia.
Algo destinado a caer
fuera del tiempo.
Desde esa media luz
o media sombra
¿hacia dónde podemos ir?
Hacia más luz
nos ahoga la armonía
Hacia más sombra
se pierden nuestros pasos.
Y aquí
no podemos quedar.
No hay otra media luz
o media sombra.
De aquí no se puede ir a ningún sitio
A menos que encontremos un espacio
donde luz y sombra sean lo mismo."
Roberto Juarroz
Sus poemas: http://www.poesi.as/Roberto_Juarroz.htm
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"Wrong creatures?
Wrong worlds?
Irresponsible gods?
They were for another world
What is it that has no age?
Leaf that does not fall
when all the leaves fall,
always in its first minute,
flavor that does not decrease.
Refractory surface
to the writing of destruction.
Material reserved for a sign
that maybe nobody knows how to trace.
Something that is silent at once,
without agreeing with the decadence.
Something destined to fall
out of time.
From that half light
or half shade
Where can we go?
Towards more light
the harmony drowns us.
Towards more shadow
our steps are lost.
And here
we can not stay.
There is no other half light
or half shade.
From here you can not go anywhere.
Unless we find one place
where light and shadow are the same. "
Wrong worlds?
Irresponsible gods?
They were for another world
What is it that has no age?
Leaf that does not fall
when all the leaves fall,
always in its first minute,
flavor that does not decrease.
Refractory surface
to the writing of destruction.
Material reserved for a sign
that maybe nobody knows how to trace.
Something that is silent at once,
without agreeing with the decadence.
Something destined to fall
out of time.
From that half light
or half shade
Where can we go?
Towards more light
the harmony drowns us.
Towards more shadow
our steps are lost.
And here
we can not stay.
There is no other half light
or half shade.
From here you can not go anywhere.
Unless we find one place
where light and shadow are the same. "
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