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Monday, 31. March 2003

Face through the Glass (An Old Man Gazes) - Vicente Aleixandre



Either late or soon or never. But here through the glass the face insists. Beside some natural flowers the flower itself appears in the form of colour, cheek, rose. Through the glass the rose is always a rose. But it has no scent. Distant youth is itself. But here it is not heard.

Only light passess through the virgin glass.


O tarde o pronto o nunca.

Pero ahí tras el cristal el rostro insiste.
Junto a unas flores naturales la misma flor se muestra
en forma de color, mejilla, rosa.
Tras el cristal la rosa es siempre rosa.
Pero no huele.
La juventud distante es ella misma.
Pero aquí no se oye.

Sólo la luz traspasa el cristal virgen.

Rostro tras el cristal (Mirada del viejo)




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