vino para el festín
Vino para el festín
Los animales puros
gozamos del festín sobre la hierba.
Bajamos hasta el río
a retozar sobre la hierba.
Encenderemos la luminosa lumbre.
Tú eres un piano
en el que hago brotar
salvajes alegrías.
Estoy en cada árbol que ves crecer.
Estoy en la brisa
que mueve los árboles.
Tú eres un piano a la orilla del río.
De Vino para el festín
Asociación de Escritores, Maracaibo (1988)
Wine for the feast
As pure animals
we enjoy the feast on the grass.
We go down to the river
to frolic on the grass.
We shall light the playful fire.
You are a piano
in which I sprout
wild joy.
I am on every tree you see growing.
I am in the breeze
moving the trees.
You are a piano on the riverbank.
Atilio Storey Richardson
From Wine for the feast
Writers Association, Maracaibo (1988)
we enjoy the feast on the grass.
We go down to the river
to frolic on the grass.
We shall light the playful fire.
You are a piano
in which I sprout
wild joy.
I am on every tree you see growing.
I am in the breeze
moving the trees.
You are a piano on the riverbank.
Atilio Storey Richardson
From Wine for the feast
Writers Association, Maracaibo (1988)
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