El más
antiguo toro cruzó el día,
Sus patas
escarbaban el planeta.
Siguió,
siguió hasta donde vive el mar.
Llegó a la
orilla el más antiguo toro
A la orilla
del tiempo, del océano.
Cerró los
ojos, lo cubrió la hierba.
Respiró toda
la distancia verde.
Y lo demás lo
construyó el silencio.
Neruda,
Pablo. Bestiario
The oldest bull crossed the day,
His hooves dug into the earth.
He went on and on till the home of the sea.
The oldest bull arrived to the shore
The shore of time, the ocean shore.
He closed his eyes, the grass covered him.
He breathed all the green distance.
And silence built everything else.
The oldest bull crossed the day,
His hooves dug into the earth.
He went on and on till the home of the sea.
The oldest bull arrived to the shore
The shore of time, the ocean shore.
He closed his eyes, the grass covered him.
He breathed all the green distance.
And silence built everything else.
Vitalista poema dedicado al toro, como toda la poesía de Neruda
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