Martes
Desde que la vió, su mundo cayó
Ese martes
Y la volvió a buscar, al mismo lugar
Cada martes
Para encontrar tristezas que se ríen de la soledad
Llorando alegrías que se duermen sin soñar
El tiempo que comienza el
Martes, otra poesía escrita
Un martes
Otra utopía vive el martes, el martes
Aunque no entendió lo que le pasó
Ese martes
El volvió a buscar, al mismo lugar
Cada martes
Extrañando lo que él era cuando ella estaba alrededor
En voces que gritaban el silencio que antecede
Al tiempo que descansa un
Martes, otra poesía escrita
Un martes
Otra utopía vive el martes, el martes
Aunque no entendió lo que le pasó
Ese martes
Tuesday
Since she caught his eye, his world fell apart
That Tuesday
And he went back to look for her, to the same spot
Every Tuesday
To find sorrows that laugh at loneliness
Crying joys that fall asleep without dreaming
The time that begins the
Tuesday, another poem written
A Tuesday
Another utopia lives on Tuesday, Tuesday
Even though he didn’t get what happened to him
That Tuesday
He went back to look for her, to the same spot
Every Tuesday
Missing who he was when she was around
In voices that screamed the silence that precedes
The time that rests on a
Tuesday, another poem written
A Tuesday
Another utopia lives on Tuesday, Tuesday
Even though he didn’t get what happened to him
That Tuesday
Escrita por: Joaquin Guillén