For the soft sand sea licking
Its small footprint becomes no more ,
A single trail of sorrow and silence came
So deep water
A trail dumb penalties just arrived
Until the foam.
God knows that I accompany anxiety
Let your voice callus old pains
To lie down in singing lulled
From seashells
The song he sings in the dark ocean bottom
The conch .
You'll alfonsina with your loneliness
That new poems were to look ... ?
An ancient voice of wind and salt
Breaks your soul and is carrying
And you go to beyond dreamily,
Asleep , Alfonsina , dressed in sea ...
Five little mermaids will take
By ways of algae and coral
And phosphorescent sea horses will make
A round at your side
And the inhabitants of water will play
Soon your side.
Put me down the lamp a little more
Leave me alone to sleep nurse
And if you call tell him I'm not
Tell him alfonsina not return ...
And if you call on never tell him that I am ,
Say that I'm gone ...
You'll alfonsina with your loneliness
That new poems were to look ... ?
An ancient voice of wind and salt
Breaks your soul and is carrying
And you go to beyond dreamily,
Asleep , Alfonsina , dressed in sea ...
For the soft sand sea licking Its small footprint becomes no more , A single trail of sorrow and silence came So deep water A trail dumb penalties just arrived Until the foam.
God knows that I accompany anxiety Let your voice callus old pains To lie down in singing lulled From seashells The song he sings in the dark ocean bottom The conch .
You'll alfonsina with your loneliness That new poems were to look ... ? An ancient voice of wind and salt Breaks your soul and is carrying And you go to beyond dreamily, Asleep , Alfonsina , dressed in sea ...
Five little mermaids will take By ways of algae and coral And phosphorescent sea horses will make A round at your side And the inhabitants of water will play Soon your side.
Put me down the lamp a little more Leave me alone to sleep nurse And if you call tell him I'm not Tell him alfonsina not return ... And if you call on never tell him that I am , Say that I'm gone ...
You'll alfonsina with your loneliness That new poems were to look ... ? An ancient voice of wind and salt Breaks your soul and is carrying And you go to beyond dreamily, Asleep , Alfonsina , dressed in sea ...