You shouldn t worry

 If you are working hard, you shouldnt  worry

Everyone works too hard from time to time

You should try to get away

You should have a holiday,

And in a day or two you ll be fine.

If you are feeling tired, you shouldn t worry,

Everyone gets tired now and then,

You should think about the sun,

You should smile at everyone

And then you ll feel better again.

If you can t get to sleep, you shouldn t worry

You should open your window and look up the sky

You should breathe the air,

And feel the wind in your hair

You should do the same thing every night.

The sky will never grow old.-

A child is standing on a hillside

the day is just beginning,

and the sky s been turning blue

the child got up early

when the moon was still shining

he said hello to the sun

and good bye to the moon.

The sun will always rise in the morning

the summer will be warm

and the winter will be cold

the child will grow

and the sun will come and go

but the sky will never grow old.

Everyone s seen the sunrise in the morning

everyone s counted stars in the sky

one by one

but no ones sees more clearly

than a child in the morning

on a hillside, looking up the sun. 

A song.-

 We could do these things before.

When we were younger than today

We could dance and we could play

We could sing our songs about the sun,

We could laugh and we could smile

We could walk a hundred smiles, 

We could smile at everyone,

When we were young.

We could do these things before,

But we cant do them any more,

We know we could do these things before.

Why cant we do them any more?

When we were younger, years ago,

The winter could not make us cold

We could count the days one by one,

We could work all day and sleep all night,

We could wake up in the morning light,

We could get up with the sun,

When we were young.

No one sees the sky

 No one sees the sky

Everyone in the city walks alone in the rain

No one sees the sky

And the streets are all the same

No one says hello!

And no one knows your name

Everyone buys the papers

But no one reads the words, 

Everyone sees the buildings

But no one sees the birds,

The buildings get taller

And no one asks why.

Everyone looks up,

But no one sees the sky.

Everybody runs, and nobody walks, 

Everybody shouts, and nobody talks,

Nobody smiles, 

And no one asks why

Everybody looks up

But no one sees the sky.

Finta-Mario Benedetti.

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                                           Finta. Mario Benedetti.

En las pausas insomnes

en los ojos glaciales

en el gesto ritual de la amenaza

el vocero del odio estrena sus enigmas

hinca roedor sus dientes en el humo

recobra la prudencia de su miedo impalpable

en la cábala oscura

en el martirio en cierne

en el postigo abierto a la amenaza

las larvas del odio se hacen adultas

los recientes acechos se organizan

la extenuada blasfemia nos anega

en el nuevo desvelo

en la hipótesis vieja

en la azul cicatriz de la amenaza

la provincia del odio se vuelve inhabitable

y hay delirios que copan el futuro

en el adviento de la noche mala

así y todo el absurdo resplandor

el amago presente e infinito

esa letal rampante hiedra de la amenaza

pueden ser reintegrados a su túnel de origen

si uno aprende el idioma de la muerte

y no lo olvida en vida.

Los cinco.-Mario Benedetti.

 Palpen la espiga el cáliz el estambre

 la huella dibujada por la tierra

 busquen el cuerpo amado entre los cuerpos

  el que no es

miren en qué baldosa de la historia

se emprende a tientas el negocio y cómo

se va reconociendo palmo a palmo  

lo que no es

aprendan a olfatear el miedo huésped

la invitación al sexo  la osadía

rastreen el olor de la confianza

la que no es

oigan como se entiende la llamada

la impunidad del eco su caricia

y cómo se cosecha entre las voces

la que no es

saboreen la lluvia y el durazno

los párpados del alma y la madera

tómenle el gusto al lecho de la vida

la que no es.

  

   

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You ll have to sit on the floor

 Our friends have bought a house

and they ve just moved in

they said Please come to see us

And stay for the weekend

we did not know the street

we had to ask the way

we did not have any money

so we had to walk all day.

Hello, it s nice to see you

you must come again

it is not very confortable

we ve just moved in.

they said Hello its nice to see you

when they opened the  door

there are not any chairs

So you ll have to sit on the floor

we ll have to drink it black

there is not any cream

you ll have to eat some biscuits

there is not any bread

and you ll have to sleep on the floor

we havent got a bed.