Seventy balconies in this house, seventy
balconies and no flower ...
Its inhabitants, Lord, what happens?
"They hate the smell, hate the color?
naked stone of sorrow overwhelms,
and give blacks a sadness balconies!
there not in this house a child bride?
poet there no illusions fool?
"None want to see behind the glass
a tiny back garden? How
white stone climbing roses,
in black iron open a jasmine?
If plants do not love, not love the bird,
not know music, rhymes, love ...
never heard a kiss, never heard a bird.
balconies and no flower ...
Its inhabitants, Lord, what happens?
"They hate the smell, hate the color?
naked stone of sorrow overwhelms,
and give blacks a sadness balconies!
there not in this house a child bride?
poet there no illusions fool?
"None want to see behind the glass
a tiny back garden? How
white stone climbing roses,
in black iron open a jasmine?
If plants do not love, not love the bird,
not know music, rhymes, love ...
never heard a kiss, never heard a bird.
Seventy balconies and no flowers!
Baldomero Fernandez Moreno (Argentina, 1886-1950)
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