18.05.2024
Gloria Cáceres Vargas - Puquy mitapa saqaqay rapinkuna Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
The Crisp Autumn Leaves
The crisp autumn leaves
immerse me
in Vivaldi.
In that autumn of heavenly notes
where the fallen leaves
weave a carpet of colors
to receive my steps.
I emerge to the beat of violins
and the sound of my heartbeat
to dance heartily
on that colorful floor.
And my sweet heart,
thirsty for love,
contours.
The high-sounding melody
leads my steps
to another room.
There the notes
of a harp and violin
make me dream of
the small waterfall in my town.
An attractive melody
makes me dream
of Vivaldi's seasons
and of your memory
that, coming from afar,
warns my heart:
ama waqaspalla, chicachay,
Other autumn leaves, already aged,
come with the wind from unknown latitudes.
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