tas más buena que un día de verano
mucho más y además sos más hermosa
el vendaval de enero es inhumano
y el verano es cortito poca cosa
el ojazo del cielo nos aplasta
y el oro de sus rayos devalúa
lo hermoso de lo hermoso se desgasta
porque el tiempo es un chorro con
ganzúa
pero el verano tuyo no termina
nadie puede robarte ese secreto
ni la muerte que a todos nos fulmina
porque sos inmortal en mi soneto
mientras siga este mundo respirando
esto sigue viviendo y vos brillando
(traducción: ramón paz)
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Shall
I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
