1. Patria es humanidad, de Mario Benedetti [+Translation]

    La manzana es un manzano
    y el manzano es un vitral
    el vitral es un ensueño
    y el ensueño un ojalá
    ojalá siembra futuro
    y el futuro es un imán
    el imán es una patria
    patria es humanidad

    el dolor es un ensayo
    de la muerte que vendrá
    y la muerte es el motivo
    de nacer y continuar
    y nacer es un atajo
    que conduce hasta el azar
    los azares son mi patria
    patria es humanidad

    mi memoria son tus ojos
    y tus ojos son mi paz
    mi paz es la de los otros
    y no se si la querrán
    esos otros y nosotros
    y los otros muchos más
    todos somos una patria
    patria es humanidad

    una mesa es una casa
    y la casa un ventanal
    las ventanas tienen nubes
    pero sólo en el cristal
    el cristal empaña el cielo
    cuando el cielo es de verdad
    la verdad es una patria
    patria es humanidad

    yo con mis manos de hueso
    vos con tu vientre de pan
    yo con mi germen de gloria
    vos con tu tierra feraz
    vos con tus pechos boreales
    yo con mi caricia austral
    inventamos una patria
    patria es humanidad

    TRANSLATION (by Natalio Pérez): 

    An apple is an apple tree
    and an apple tree is a stained glass window
    a stained glass window is a daydream
    and a daydream is a hope
    hope plants the future
    and the future is an imam
    an imam is a people
    our people is humanity

    pain is a test
    of the death that is yet to come
    and death is a motive
    to be born and to keep on
    and to be born is a shortcut
    and leads to a chance
    chances are my people
    our people is humanity

    my memory is your eyes
    and your eyes are my peace
    my peace is that of others
    which I do not know if they want
    those others and ourselves
    and the many others
    we are all one people
    our people is humanity

    a table is a house
    and a house is a window
    through windows we see clouds
    but only in the glass
    glass clouds the sky
    while the sky is the truth
    truth is our people
    our people is humanity

    I with my hands of bone
    you with your womb of bread
    I with my seed of glory
    you with your fertile land
    you with your northern breasts
    I with my southern caress
    we shall invent a people
    and our people is humanity

     
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