El Caracol Gustavo Lhópez

Hoy me tropecéen el camino un caracollo vi vacío y me atreví

a hundir mi vista y mis oídospor sus formas de espiral

Y lo que vi,un caracol es un milagro de coloreses un depósito de océanos y de sol

un remolino detenidoes un tornado encasquillado

un caracol

The Snail Shell

Today I stumbled over a snail shell, I saw his emptiness and dared to

sink my eyes and ears into their spiral shapes

And what I saw, is that the snail shell is a miracle of colors, is a repository

of oceans and sun, a stopped whirlpool, a canned tornado

Un caracoles sortilegio de silencios reveladoses la fantástica y genial habitación

de los secretos extraviadoses un asomo en el pasado

un caracol

Me puse a pensar que un caracoldebe existir dentro de todos

y ha de ir guardando el álbum del amor

en su memoria de espiral

The snail shell is like a magic place of revealing silences, is the fantastic

and unique room of the lost secrets, is a window that gives us a quick view of the past.

I started thinking that there must be a snail seashell, within each of us

that is always, keeping updated the album of our loves, in his spiral memory.

Para después asaltarnosCon su rumor de hojas secas

Estremeciendo la carneEn una tarde cualquieraA cualquier hora del día

Mi corazónEs un depósito de sueños

trashumantesEs una lluvia de meteoros

Es un sol que se revierte en el oleajeMultiplicando su coraje y su dolor

To take us by assault later, with its sound of dry leaves, shaking our body and soul, one afternoon, of any day,

at any hour.

My heart is a repository of dreams that are always changing

from one place to another, like a rain of meteors,

like a sun that whips back from the sea waves,

multiplying his anger and pain

Mi corazón es viento norte que me arrastra por la vida

Es una bomba de deseos y de amorUn surtidor de sentimientosEs una máquina del tiempo

El corazón

mi corazón, un caracol,mi corazón

My heart is like the northern wind that drags me through life,

is a pump of desires and love, a generator of feelings, is like a time machine.

My heartA snail Shell

My heart

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Canta: Susana Harp Iturribarría AVM 29.04.2013