Una Rosa en un Rosal
Para quien de flores sabe apreciar, no existe nada mejor que caminar en un rosal; ni siquiera el color de la rosa importará, ya que a su vista todas bellas encontrará.
A la distancia por el olor, él podrá afirmar, que un rosal cercano está, y dejándose guiar por la fragancia hasta el rosal llegará; lo difícil, será decidir, y entre tanta hermosura poder decir, mi rosa aquella será.
Tan hermosas flores son, que hasta lo absurdo insólito será, que el observador de tanta belleza hallar, no le importará que rodeadas de espinas las rosas están.
He hablado del que bien sabe apreciar, pero qué tal pasará con el que nada sabe apreciar; bueno, a este igual le dará, si se trata de un rosal o de un potrero para animal.
Desde lejos el olor sentirá, pero si algo ha de hablar, sus palabras así serán: de prisa, vamos, a caminar, que estas flores rechinantes, la muerte han de llamar.
Al acercarse a mirar, si es que acaso por esto le da, nuevamente afirmara: de que sirve tanto color si al final no las puedes tocar, pues llenas de espinas están.
Bueno, como ves, la diferencia entre el buen #apreciador y el que nada sabe apreciar; es que el primero en ellas notará su belleza y singularidad, mientras el otro criticará lo que es incapaz de apreciar.
En la vida aprendiendo siempre uno está, y yo aún no sé lo que soy, si un buen #apreciador o uno que aprendiendo a apreciar está; lo que sí les puedo asegurar que en mis manos logré tomar una rosa del gran rosal. Y la hice mi mujer porque entre todas logré ver que ella era especial y única en el rosal.
Este poema, es parte de un poema que escribí hace algunos años para una chica que me interesaba, pero como rosa hermosa al fin, la tuve que soltar y dejar que otro jardinero la cuidara. Este poema, al igual que algunos poemas que con anterioridad había manuesescrito para mi esposa, ahora lo estoy publucando, por primer vez. Por eso modifiqué el último verso, respecto al original en papel, actualizándolo, al momento actual. Donde encontré la rosa más bella de todo el rosal. Vilma, mi amada esposa.
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A Rose in a Rosebush
For those who know how to appreciate flowers, there is nothing better than walking in a rose bush; not even the color of the rose will matter, since at his sight he will find all of them beautiful.
At a distance by the smell, he will be able to affirm, that a rose bush is near, and letting himself be guided by the fragrance, he will reach the rose bush; the difficult thing, will be to decide, and among so much beauty to be able to say, my rose will be that one.
So beautiful are the flowers, that even the absurd will be unusual, that the observer of so much beauty will not care that the roses are surrounded by thorns.
I have spoken of the one who knows how to appreciate, but what about the one who knows how to appreciate nothing; well, it will be the same for him, whether it is a rose bush or a paddock for animals.
From afar he will smell the scent, but if he has to speak, his words will be like this: hurry, come on, let's walk, because these squeaky flowers will call for death.
As he comes closer to look, if that's what he's in the mood for, he'll say again: what's the use of so much color if in the end you can't touch them, because they're full of thorns.
Well, as you can see, the difference between the good #appreciator and the one who does not know how to appreciate them is that the first one will notice their beauty and uniqueness, while the other will criticize what he is incapable of appreciating.
In life one is always learning, and I still do not know what I am, if a good #appreciator or one who is learning to appreciate; what I can assure you is that in my hands I managed to take a rose from the great rose bush. And I made her my wife because among all of them I managed to see that she was special and unique in the rose bush.
This poem is part of a poem I wrote some years ago for a girl I was interested in, but as a beautiful rose, I had to let her go and let another gardener take care of her. This poem, as well as some poems I had previously written for my wife, I am now publishing for the first time. That is why I modified the last verse, with respect to the original on paper, bringing it up to date, to the present moment. Where I found the most beautiful rose of all the rosebush. Vilma, my beloved wife.
Gracias por acompañarme.
- Imagen generada mediante https://www.bing.com/ Copilot, a petición del autor.
- Texto original del autor.
- Traducción al inglés por www.deepl.com. (versión gratuita)
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