Locuras - Silvio Rodríguez

Hay locuras para la esperanza

Hay locuras también del dolor

Y hay locuras de allá donde el cuerdo no alcanza

Locuras de otro color

Hay locuras que son poesía

Hay locuras de un raro lugar

Hay locuras sin nombre, sin fecha, sin cura

Que no vale la pena curar.

Hay locuras que son como brazos de mar

Te sorprenden y arrastran, te pierden y ya

Hay locuras de ley pero no de buscar

Hay locuras que son la locura

Personales locuras de dos

Hay locuras que imprimen dulces quemaduras

Locuras tediosas y de Dios

Hay locuras que hicieron el día

Hay locuras que están por venir

Hay locuras tan vivas, tan sanas, tan puras

Que una de ellas será mi morir.

There are follies for hope

There are madness also of pain

And there are madness from there where the sane cannot reach

Follies of another color

There are madnesses that are poetry

There are follies from a rare place

There are crazy things without a name, without a date, without a cure

That it is not worth curing.

There are crazy things that are like arms of the sea

They surprise you and drag you, they lose you and that's it

There are madness of law but not of searching

There are crazy things that are crazy

personal follies of two

There are follies that print sweet burns

Tedious madness and of God

There are crazy things that made the day

There are crazy things to come

There are madness so alive, so healthy, so pure

That one of them will be my death.