Lima, city with the stretched out wings [in english and spanish] - poetry
It's an ink-black night: no stars: a moon in sight
Just dots of: red, green and white-white lights
As the plane descends, descends, slides down
The restless city, with its stretched out wings
Stretching from the mountains to the sea-
I'm descending, down, over and about the city
The city with stretched out wings-and endless lights
Invisible people: cats, dogs, birds, and rats-infinite
Uncountable: dots; streams of lit dots, dot-lights;
For tomorrow, tomorrow and an added tomorrow
you are ruthless, and I know this to be true
And they tell me you have thieves and murders-
And this, I dare say-but shall-is also true, very true
So alive, so brave, with brawny and hungry hearts;
I say, show me one that sings in poverty and smiles
As good as: Picasso, Dali, Rembrandt, and Yang Yang
And that welcomes the world with stretched out arms-
Show me all this, or some of this, and I will say no more
I descend to its streets, its crowed winding streets
As well as, to its neighborhoods with dust and dirty air,
And the copious food carts; -- musicians, paper sellers
And with its naked featherless wings, cover all
-My Lima, Peru with its famous Cathedral:
Golden fair with immense crowns, and
Within its plaza-square, a water fountain-celebrated.
Under its sins, with its furrowed aged men, lovely women,
They all stand tall and bow to its Inca history, its glory-
Like the American Dream, they were the noble, the kings
And now, from labor and toil, sweat and strive, all, all Grinding, grinding away, each and everyday, lover of the, King of Kings: Jesus Christ-this is the Lima I know today; a mighty ship that has previously sailed the seven seas, now resting!?
Esta es una noche oscura: no estrellas, ni luna a la vista
Solo puntos: rojo, verde y blanco-luces blancas
Mientras que el avión desciende, desciende, bajando
La despierta ciudad, con sus alas extendidas
Extendidas desde las montañas hacia el océano
Voy descendiendo, abajo, por encima y alrededor de la ciudad
La ciudad con las alas extendidas-y luces interminables
Invisible: gente, gatos, perros, pájaros, y ratas, infinidad
Incontables: puntos, riachuelos de luz, puntos de luz;
Por mañana, mañana y otro mañana
Tu eres implacable, y yo se que esto es verdad
Y ellos me dicen tú tienes ladrones, y muertes-
Y esto, me atrevo a decir, que esto también es cierto, muy cierto
Pero muéstrame una ciudad de ocho millones contraria --?
Tan viva, tan valerosa, con corazones fuertes y hambrientos:
Digo, muéstrame una que canta en pobreza, y sonríe
Tan buenos como: Picasso, Dali, Rembrant y Yang Yang
Y que recibe al mundo con extendidos brazos
Muéstrame todo esto, o algo de esto, y no diré mas
Desciendo a sus calles, atiborrada, zigzagueantes calles
Así como su raro vecindario con polvo en el aire
Y los numerosos carros de comida, músicos y vendedores de periódicos
Y con su desnuda y desplumadas alas, cubriendo todo
-Mi Lima, Perú, con su renombrada catedral:
Amarilla dorada con su coronadas torres, y
Dentro de su plaza cuadrada, una celebrada pileta
Bajo su piel, con sus arrugados ancianos, tiernas mujeres,
Todos ellos parados altos, y reverenciando a su historia inca, su
Como el sueño de América, ellos fueron los nobles, los reyes
Y ahora de pesadez, y esfuerzo, sudor, lucha, todos, todos extenuados, fatigados, este y cada día, amantes del Rey de los Reyes: Jesucristo-esta es la Lima que conozco, hoy; un poderoso barco que ya navegó los siete mares, ahora descansando?
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