Tributo a Mercedes Sosa (2)

Solo Le Pido A Dios
Mercedes Sosa
plus "several poems"


Sólo le pido a Dios
Que el dolor no me sea indiferente,
Que la reseca muerte no me encuentre
Vacío y solo sin haber hecho lo suficiente.

“Sou filho dessa terra,
terra tao seca,
berco de um povo corajoso,
que tudo sabe sobre os misterios do coracao e do ceu.
Sou espinho e poeira e silencio,
o levante das primeveras,
um selvagem anonimo,
meio pedra,
meio vida.”

Sólo le pido a Dios
Que lo injusto no me sea indiferente,
Que no me abofeteen la otra mejilla
Después que una garra me arañó esta suerte.

“Sujos pes e maos e faces,
capitaes de barro.
susurrando sem forca,
cochichando meias palavras.
No topo o mesmo sol inclemente de julho,
consumindo trapos e chapeis de palha.”


Sólo le pido a Dios
Que la guerra no me sea indiferente,
Es un monstruo grande y pisa fuerte
Toda la pobre inocencia de la gente.

“A solidariedade dos urubus,
voando em circulos.
De um lado zombies prontos para sucumbir na lama,
do outro a zabumba fulnebre de tambores.
Aqui cegos e leprosos e aleijados,
La elegantes soldados.
Por um lado a busca por uma esperanca imaginaria,
do outro silencio e estrategia.”

Sólo le pido a Dios
Que el engaño no me sea indiferente
Si un traidor puede más que unos cuantos,
Que esos cuantos no lo olviden fácilmente.

“Eles amavelmente explicaram sobre as regras,
Eu gentilmente expliquei o sentido da liberdade.
Eles explicaram todos os manuais e formularios,
Eu mostrei minhas cartas e poemas.
Eles me mostraram a foto do presidente,
uma imagem de Bolivar veio a minha mente.
Eles me mostraram bandeiras e armas e uniformes,
Eu tirei meu chapeu de palha.
Eles gritaram,
Eu olhei para o ceu.
Eles atiraram,
Eu me perdi em sonhos de liberdade ate sucumbir em agonia.”

Sólo le pido a Dios
Que el futuro no me sea indiferente,
Desahuciado está el que tiene que marchar
A vivir una cultura diferente.

Brasilia, Sao Paulo, Chiba, Hayama, Outono 2009
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All I ask of God
Is that the pain not make me indifferent
that parched death not find me
empty and alone, not having done enough

"I am son of this land,
land so arid,
cradle of courageous people.
that know all about misteries from the heart and sky.
I am torn and dust and silence,
the levanter of springs,
anonimous savage,
half-stone,
half-life."

All I ask of God
Is that injustice not make me indifferent
That I’m not struck on the other cheek
After a claw has torn my destiny


"Dirty foot and hands and faces
captains of clay.
susurrating without strenght,
wispering half words.
In the top the inclement sun of july,
consuming rags and litter heats."

All I ask of God
Is that the war not make me indifferent
It’s a beast whose heavy steps grind
All that’s poor and innocent in people

"The solidarity of the vultures,
flying in circles.
By one side zoombies ready to succumb in the mud,
By the other the funebrial booming of drums.
Here blinders and lepers and handicappeds.
There elegant soldiers.
By one side the search of an imaginary hope,
by the other silence and strategy."


All I ask of God
Is that deception not make me indifferent
If a single traitor can do more than many
May the many not forget easily

"They lovelly explained about the rules,
I kindly replied with the meaning of freedom,
They explained all the manuals and forms,
I showed my letters and poems.
They showed me a photo of the president,
an image of Bolivar came to my mind.
They showed me flags and weapons and uniforms,
I took out my litter hat.
They shouted,
I looked up to the Sky.
They shot,
I lost myself in dreams of liberty until collapse in agony."



All I ask of God
Is that the future not make me indifferent
Helpless is the person who must flee
to live in a different culture