Y Ma�ana Te Amar� M�s

Y Ma�ana Te Amar� M�s

A Poem by Adele

Mido la vida en las lluvias,

En besos desmañados y melodías plañideras

Y en el descubrimiento de la poesía.

Mi calendario no está marcado en meses,

Sino en cambios de la luz

O nubes amortiguadas o piel

Calentado por el sol,

Y en el perfume de la tierra húmeda

Traspasando la mente,

Susurrando del mar.

Y mido en las veces que me he sido

Inundado con el amor,

He sentido sus olas bañarme y jalarme debajo

Del agua, y he salido a la superficie

Con la corazón más lleno

Con la sal dulce del mar

Que había creído que pudo contener.

Mido la vida en ti.

 


[I measure life in rainfalls,

In clumsy kisses and plaintive melodies

And in the discovery of poetry.

My calendar is marked not in months,

But in changes of the light

Or muffled clouds or skin

Heated by the sun,

And in the smell of wet earth,

Trespassing the mind,

Whispering of the sea.

And I measure in the times that I have been

Overwhelmed with love,

Have felt its waves wash over me and pull me under

And have surfaced

With my heart fuller

Of sweet sea-salt

Than I had believed it could hold.

I measure my life in you.]

© 2009 Adele


Author's Note

Adele
If you speak reasonable Spanish, feel free to fix my paltry attempt at resurrecting what I've learned from last year's AP Spanish 7-8.

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