Poema - Alberto Cortez

Es bella…, más bella…, muy bella…

Es hoy…, es mañana…, es ayer…

Es roca… y es mirlo…, es estrella…

Es irse…, quedarse…, volver…

Es hierba y es rama…, da sombra…

Es agua que calma la sed…;

Lejana…, es mía…, me nombra…

Me espera…, me sabe…, me ve…

Estalla…, se esconde…, se aleja…

Es ser o no ser…, ella es…

Y es tanto, que siempre regresa…

Y el antes…, se vuelve… después…

Me conoció, cuando tuvo sospechas de que vendría…

Y ella sabía que llegaría… ¡Ah si sabía…

Y luego…, tiempo…, corrieron los años y me fui un día…

Y ella sabía que volvería… ¡Ah si sabía… mi madre…

Es bella…, más bella…, muy bella…

Es hoy…, es mañana…, es ayer…

Es roca… y es mirlo…, es estrella…

Es siempre y es más…, es mujer…

It is beautiful..., more beautiful..., very beautiful...

It is today..., it is tomorrow..., it is yesterday...

It's rock... and it's blackbird..., it's star...

It is leaving..., staying..., coming back...

It is grass and it is a branch..., it gives shade...

It is water that quenches thirst...;

Far away... it's mine... it names me...

She waits for me..., she knows me..., she sees me...

She explodes..., she hides..., she walks away...

It is to be or not to be..., she is...

And it is so much that she always returns...

And the before..., she becomes... after...

She met me, when she had suspicions that she would come...

And she knew that she would arrive... Oh yes, she knew...

And then... time... the years passed and I left one day...

And she knew that she would return... Oh yes, she knew... my mother...

She is beautiful..., more beautiful..., very beautiful...

It is today..., it is tomorrow..., it is yesterday...

It's rock... and it's blackbird..., it's star...

It is always and it is more..., it is a woman...