En mi alma todo es sombra y en ella jamΓ‘s Β‘jamΓ‘s! titilan los oros de una estrella; mi alma es como la higuera por el SeΓ±or maldita, que no presta ni fruto ni sombra, que no agita sus abanicos de hojas; sus ramas, Β‘ay! desnudas, servirΓ‘n a la desesperaciΓ³n de algΓΊn Judas, Β‘de algΓΊn ideal trΓ‘nsfuga que me besΓ³ con dolo y que por fin se ahorca desamparado y solo!
Que aquel que recorriendo su ruta de asperezas haya abrevado su alma en mayores tristezas que las mΓas, levante su voz de trueno. ΒΏEn dΓ³nde estΓ‘n los grandes tristes? Β‘Ninguno me responde! La eternidad es muda y el enigma cobarde...
In my soul everything is shadow and in it never never! the gold of a star twinkles; my soul is like the fig tree cursed by the Lord, that lends neither fruit nor shadow, that does not stir their leaf fans; the branches of it, alas! naked, They will serve the desperation of some Judas, of some turncoat ideal that kissed me with intent and finally hangs himself helpless and alone!
May he who travels his route of roughness has watered his soul in greater sadness May mine raise their voice of thunder. Where Are the big ones sad? No one answers me! Eternity is silent and the enigma is cowardly...
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