Poem ETERNAL DICE CESAR VALLEJO
Poema de César Vallejo : ETERNAL DICE
DICE ETERNAL
Manuel González Prada For this
untamed emotion and select one of
which, with more enthusiasm
me applauded the great master .
God, I'm crying, being that I live, I regret having tomádote
your bread but this poor clay
thoughtful crust fermented
is not on your side: you do not have
Marys to be!
God, if you had been a man,
now knew to be God;
but you, you were always good,
not feel anything in your creation.
And the man himself will suffer: God is it!
Today in my eyes witches are candles,
like a condemned
God, turn on all your candles, and play
with the old because ... Perhaps
player oh!
luck giving the whole universe, dark circles arise
of Death, as two aces
funeral of mud.
God, and tonight dull, dark,
and can not play, because the Earth
is a given round already eaten and
to force roll adventure,
who can not stop but a hollow
huge hole in the grave.
From: Cesar Vallejo
Poem TRILCE CESAR VALLEJO
Source: poem-of-amor.com.ar
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