Cuento azul

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El cuento azul que me contó mi madre allá en las horas de mi niñez, asoma hoy sus páginas sublimes de confidencias y sencillez, relato que sellaba una emoción en el atardecer grisáceo y otoñal, junto al faldón mis manos se posaban y yo escuchaba... mi cuento azul. Recordar un sueño es vivir, es el retorno lírico de ayer, es primavera para el alma envejecida, es canto y brisa... es fe y placer... Añorar... poder regresar a hermosas horas de la juventud, es embriagarse de alegrías y esperanzas que en lontananza... rodando van... Y el cuento azul... yo sé que tú aguardabas que lo contara... ¿Verdad que sí?... No puede ser... perdoname el secreto quiero ocultarlo dentro de mí... Aquello que mi madre me narró, tal vez en realidad alguna vez pasó perdoname no puedo confesarte porque reservo... mi cuento azul.

English · machine translation

The blue story my mother told me back in the hours of my childhood, today its sublime pages of confidences and simplicity of confidences and simplicity, a story that sealed an emotion in the grayish and autumnal dusk, next to the skirt my hands were resting and I listened... my blue tale. To remember a dream is to live, is the lyrical return of yesterday, it is springtime for the aged soul, it is song and breeze... it is faith and pleasure... To yearn... to be able to return to beautiful hours of youth, is to be intoxicated with joys and hopes... that in the distance... are rolling away... And the blue story... I know that you were waiting for me to tell it... for me to tell it... Didn't you? It can't be... forgive me the secret... I want to hide it inside me... What my mother told me, maybe it really happened sometime... forgive me I can't confess to you because I reserve... my blue tale.