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I would like
I would like this divine October afternoon
take a walk, along the far shore of the sea;
That the golden sand, and the green waters,
And the pure skies saw me pass.
To be tall, arrogant, perfect, I would like,
like a woman from ancient Rome,
to coincide with the sea,
with the big waves, and the dead rocks
and the wide beaches that surround the sea.
With the slow pace, and the cold eyes
and the mute mouth, let me go;
See how the blue waves break,
against my ankles and not blink
See how birds of prey eat each other
small fish, and not wake up from my sleep
To think that the fragile boats
they can sink in the waters, and not scare me
See what's coming, the air in my throat, and sigh
see the most beautiful man; and not want it...
lose sight, distractedly,
lose her, and never find her again;
And in my upright figure, between sky and beach,
feel the perennial forgetfulness of the sea.
by Alfonsina Storni
Lemon Trees The Art Between Seasons, Auto 1 (202, 217, 21) - Moderado
I would like
I would like this divine October afternoon
take a walk, along the far shore of the sea;
That the golden sand, and the green waters,
And the pure skies saw me pass.
To be tall, arrogant, perfect, I would like,
like a woman from ancient Rome,
to coincide with the sea,
with the big waves, and the dead rocks
and the wide beaches that surround the sea.
With the slow pace, and the cold eyes
and the mute mouth, let me go;
See how the blue waves break,
against my ankles and not blink
See how birds of prey eat each other
small fish, and not wake up from my sleep
To think that the fragile boats
they can sink in the waters, and not scare me
See what's coming, the air in my throat, and sigh
see the most beautiful man; and not want it...
lose sight, distractedly,
lose her, and never find her again;
And in my upright figure, between sky and beach,
feel the perennial forgetfulness of the sea.
by Alfonsina Storni
Lemon Trees The Art Between Seasons, Auto 1 (202, 217, 21) - Moderado