The Wind, One Brilliant Day
The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses.'
'I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.'
'Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.'
the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?'
Antonio Machado
El Viento, Un Día Brillante
El viento, un día brillante, llamado
a mi alma con un olor del jazmín.
"en la vuelta para el olor de mi jazmín,
quisiera todo el olor de sus rosas."
"no tengo ninguna rosa;
todas las flores en mi jardín son muertas."
"bien entonces, tomaré los pétalos marchitados
y las hojas amarillas y las aguas de la fuente."
el viento dejado. Y lloré. Y dije a me:
"qué le tienen hecho con el jardín que fue confiado a usted?"
Antonio Machado
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