Camilo - Alberto Cortez

Tu corazn es un violn

Que est afinado en Fe mayor,

Latiendo en Fe mayor,

Vibrando en Fe mayor

Donde compones la cancin

Ms elevada de tu voz,

El Cosmos de tu voz… entero.

Por la solapa de tu ingenio

Bailotea un Arlequn,

Un mgico Arlequn

Que ejerce de Arlequn

En la tarea diccionaria

De crecer de exigir

Un tiempo de vivir sin «peros».

Camilo colmena,

Sin duda ninguna.

Camilo que «cela»

La luz de la luna.

Distancia y encuentro,

Sendero y vereda.

Camilo por dentro…

Camilo por fuera…

Del mar y en el aire,

Velero, bandera.

Camilo de nadie,

Ni tuyo siquiera.

Con gaita y guitarra,

«Pandeiro"y cencerro

Nos vamos de farra…,

ЎQu ladren los perros!

En la trastienda de tus ojos,

Es decir, la libertad

De amar y desamar,

Lo menos o lo ms

Le das abrigo a los fantasmas

Que te quieren habitar

El alma y su arrabal… tu todo.

Perdname la insensatez

De andar nombrndote en plural,

Me niego a renunciar

A ser un charlatn

Que anda ««pisando

La dudosa luz del da""y al pasar,

Le da por regalar apodos.

Camilo leyenda,

Molino, farola.

ЎQu bueno que vengan

Y vayan las olas!

De tanta bohemia

Te has hecho andariego

Y es cosa muy seria

Andar de Gallego.

Camilo lujuria,

Por cierto, si vieras

Las nalgas de Julia

Son dos primaveras.

De ayer y hasta siempre

Te llevo conmigo,

Conmigo presente,

Camilo… mi amigo.

your heart is a violin

That is tuned in Fe major,

Beating in Fe Major,

Vibrating in Major Faith

Where do you compose the song?

Higher than your voice,

The Cosmos of your voice... entire.

By the lapel of your wit

A Harlequin dances,

A magical Harlequin

What acts as Harlequin

In the dictionary task

From growing to demanding

A time to live without “buts”.

Camilo Hive,

Without a doubt.

Camilo that "jealous"

The light of the moon.

Distance and meeting,

Path and sidewalk.

Camilo inside...

Camilo outside...

Of the sea and in the air,

Sailboat, flag.

nobody's Camilo,

Not even yours.

With bagpipes and guitar,

"Pandeiro" and cowbell

We're going partying...

Let the dogs bark!

In the back room of your eyes,

That is, the freedom

Of loving and unloving,

The least or the most

You give shelter to the ghosts

that they want to inhabit you

The soul and its suburb... your everything.

forgive me the foolishness

Of going around naming you in the plural,

I refuse to give up

To be a chatterbox

that walks "" stepping

The doubtful light of day""and as it passed,

He gives for giving nicknames.

Camilo legend,

Mill, lamppost.

How good that they come

And go the waves!

of so much bohemia

you have become wanderer

And it is very serious

Galician walk.

Camilo lust,

By the way, if you saw

Julia's buttocks

They are two springs.

From yesterday and forever

I take you with me,

with me present,

Camilo… my friend.