`````````````````````````````````Bella Clara Ventura
``````````````````````(del libro “Paz, sicaria de la lagrima”)
`````````````````````````````````LUMINOSOS HORIZONTES
``````````````````````````````````Me corroe el alma
````````````````````````````````la partida del hermano.
```````````````````````````````````````En tiro
`````````````````````````````````por otro anticipada.
`````````````````````````````Si bien no tiene mi apellido
````````````````````````````````se nombra con la Parca
````````````````````````````en la proximidad del sentimiento.
````````````````````````````````````Me hago a su luto.
`````````````````````````````````Ennegrezco vestimentas.
``````````````````````````````Y en el pecho se clavan penas
```````````````````````````que dejan en desconsuelo mis andanzas.
```````````````````````````````````````Las arrastro.
``````````````````````````````Me pesan hasta las l;grimas.
````````````````````````````Atiborran de negruras la senda.
``````````````````````````````````Ya no soy quien era.
```````````````````````````````````Mitad de mi cuerpo
````````````````````````````mantiene la tierra del hermano
`````````````````````````````````sembrada en la cabeza.
````````````````````````````No florece ning;n pensamiento.
```````````````````````````````En desierto me transformo.
```````````````````````````````S;lo espero que una mano
```````````````````````````````````tienda su calor
`````````````````````````````para orillar a mis deudos
````````````````````````````````a la vera del camino
`````````````````````````````donde de sus rostros salga
````````````````````````````````el fervor de tiempos
````````````````````````````a la conciencia dispuestos.
````````````````````````Los que anhela mi andar por el mundo
`````````````````````````````````````sabi;ndome
`````````````````````negra, blanca, mestiza, mulata o amarilla.
``````````````````No importan los colores de mi ;ntimo estandarte.
``````````````````````````````A media asta lo sostengo
`````````````````````````hasta que el hombre me d; la raz;n:
```````````````````````````necesidad de enderezar el paso
```````````````````al erguir la mirada hacia luminosos horizontes.
```````````````````Ondean a los mil vientos la bandera de la paz
```````````````````````````````en mi coraz;n anclada.
`````````````````````````````````Бейя Клара Вентура
``````````````````````````````````СВЕТЛЫЕ ГОРИЗОНТЫ
``````````(Свидетельство о публикации распространяется только на перевод)
`````````Вольный литературный перевод с испанского О. Шаховской (Пономаревой)
`````````````````````````Неискренность чужая разъедает душу,
`````````````````````````когда надеешься и веришь, слушая…,
``````````````````````````когда подсказывает сердце: друг.
`````````````````````````````Доверчивость, увы, "недуг"!
`````````````````````````````Ведь интересы личные блюдя,
``````````````````````````````обманывают, дурочку, тебя.
`````````````````````````Расстроенная, вместе с ним скорблю
```````````````````````````````и слёзы состраданья лью,
`````````````````````````````````грудь разрывает горе.
`````````````````````````````С душой моею разум в споре.
``````````````````````````````````Она поддерживает,
````````````````````````````````как показалось, брата
````````````````````````````и мне кричит: «Не виноват он!»
````````````````````````````А в голове букетом пышным мысли,
```````````````````````````прозренье, точно меткий выстрел.
```````````````````````````````И я пустыней становлюсь,
`````````````````````````````депрессия охватывает, грусть,
````````````````````````````и жду, чтоб воздала лгуну рука…
```````````````````````````````Но жар времён не утихает,
```````````````````````````````он всё вокруг испепеляет…
````````````````````Ведь человек - вредитель безответственный пока…
```````````````````````````Я знаю, мир нуждается в моих шагах.
````````````````````````````Народы стран любых и континентов,
````````````````````неважен кожи цвет какой, какой над головами флаг.
``````````````````````````Есть принцип у меня, и есть моменты…
``````````````````Я делаю навстречу шаг и доверяю, но только повод дан,
``````````````````````````````я корректирую своё движенье.
`````````````````````````````Вглядевшись в светлый горизонт,
`````````````````````````````````душа находит резонанс.
````````````````````````судьба – борьба, за ослабленье «натяженья».
````````````````И развевает сердце стяги, друзей расширился сплочённый фронт.
```````````````````````````Корабль мира в нём свой порт обрёл,
```````````````````````````````````````на якорь встал,
```````````````````````````````````надеюсь, что не опоздала!
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