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By: Alin Marin | January 01, 1970

by Mario Benedetti

It's quite a simple story
you're born
you agonizingly contemplate
the red-blue tint of the sky
the migrating bird
the ungainly beetle
that your shoe will crush
valiantly

you suffer
you ask for food
andout of habit
out of obligation
you cry without blame
exhausted
until you're freed by sleep

you fall in love
you're transformed and you love
for so brief an eternity
that even your pride grows tender
and your prophetic heart
becomes a muddle

you learn
and use what you learn
to slowly grow wise
to know that in the end this is what the world's about
nostalgia at the best of times
something lost at the worst of times
and always, always
a mess

then
you die.

Curriculum

El cuento es muy sencillo
usted nace
contempla atribulado
el rojo azul del cielo
el pájaro que emig...

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By: Alin Marin | January 01, 1970

by Mario Benedetti

My tactic is
to watch you
learn what you are
love what you are

my tactic is
to talk to you
and listen to you
and build an indestructible bridge
out of words

my tactic is
to remain in your memory
I don't know how or even
under what pretext
but somehow remain in you

my tactic is
to be frank
and know that you're frank
and that we're not selling each other
a sham
so that between us
there won't be curtains
or abysses

my strategy is
on the other hand
simpler and more
profound

my strategy is
that one of these days
I don't know how or even
under what pretext
you'll finally need me.



Táctica y estrategia

Mi táctica es
mirarte
aprender como SOS
quererte como sos

mi táctica es
hablarte
y escucharte
construir con ...

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By: Alin Marin | January 01, 1970

by Mario Benedetti

In the beginning she was a serene blaze
a face that didn't fake even its own beauty
hands that gradually created their own language
skin that was memorable and convicted
a clean look
without any betrayals
a voice that set fire to her laughter
nuptial lips
a toast

it's incredible but in spite of it all
he had enough time to say to himself
it's easy
and also
it doesn't matter that the future looks
like a hopeless weed

the hardly sumptuary way in which
they chose their mutual temptations
was happy astonishment
free from blame or shame

he felt optimistic
satisfied
renewed
so distant from the weeping and nostalgia
so comfortable with his blood and hers
so alive at the apex of the moss
so comfortable in all his waiting
that after maki...

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By: Alin Marin | January 01, 1970

by Mario Benedetti

My solitude is
so crowded
so full of memories
and your faces
full of old goodbyes
and welcome kisses
of first gears
and last cars

my solitude is
so well-attended
that I can organize it
like a procession
by colors
sizes
and promises
by period
by touch
and by taste

without too much shaking
I embrace the absences
that come along
with your face

I'm full of shadows
nights and desires
of laughter and a kind of
curse

my guests gather
gather like dreams
with their newest tortures

with their lack of innocence
I lodge a broom
against the door
because I want to be alone
with your face

but your face
looks away
with its loving eyes
that no longer love
like food
searching for hunger
they look and look
and shut off my journey

the walls disappear
and the night remains
the memories ...

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By: Alin Marin | January 01, 1970

by Mario Benedetti
for roberto and adelaida


Once in a while
joy throws little stones at my window
it wants to let me know that it's waiting for me
but today I'm calm
I'd almost say even-tempered
I'm going to keep anxiety locked up
and then lie flat on my back
which is an elegant and comfortable position
for receiving and believing news

who knows where I'll be next
or when my story will be taken into account
who knows what advice I still might come up with
and what easy way out I'll take not to follow it

don't worry I won't gamble with an eviction
I won't tattoo remembering with forgetting
there are many things left to say and suppress
and many grapes left to fill our mouths

don't worry I'm convinced
joy doesn't need to throw any more little stones
I'll open the...

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