No es amor – This is not love

Escrito en Buenos Aires, a mis 26 años.

Se querían, mas no estaban enamorados. Lo intentaban inútilmente y fracasaban de nuevo y de nuevo. ¡Quiera el cielo saber lo que querían!
¿Cómo podrían entenderlo, si el amor ya había caído en el rio grande donde van a parar los amores que no tuvieron la suerte de sobrevivir?
Siguieron sus vidas y nunca se olvidaron, el recuerdo de su sonrisa destruía la tristeza de ese hombre confundido y el recuerdo de él, orientaba la mirada de aquella hermosa mujer.

No es Amor

Y si te quiere llamar
y no quiere.

Abrazarse a tu boca nuevamente
y tomarte despacito por la espalda.
Y cuidarte.


Aunque quiera aún tenerte entre su
canto, y besar tu hermoso cuerpo,
como antes.


Lo que quiso es desnudar también tu alma.
Lo que quiso es desnudar también su alma.
Y no pudo.
O no pudieron.


No es amor y no lo entiendes.
Es mirar con los ojos impotentes
una luz que no tomaron,
no pudieron.


Quiera el cielo saber lo que quisieron.
Quiera tu canto, el suyo, y el destino
que encontrarán los dos, algún camino.
Y desde lejos…


Tu sonrisa destruyendo su tristeza.
Su recuerdo orientando tu mirada.


Corazones que luchan confundidos
entre el cielo y el mar, sol y tormenta.
Corazones que saben del vacío.


Que conocen la existencia en cada parte.
Y que luchan cada uno convencidos
que una luz los espera en el destino.

Recitada por Luis Cagnacci Campassi, ¡Cuánto que he querido a tu abuelo!

Recited by Luis Cagnacci Campassi whose grandfather I loved so much!

Written in Buenos Aires, at my 26 years old.

They loved each other, but they were not in love. They tried in vain and failed again and again. Would heaven know what they wanted? How could they understand it? If their love had already fallen in the big river where the loves that were not lucky enough to survive belong… They continued with their lives and never forgot each other, the memory of her smile always destroyed the sadness of that confused man and the memory of him, oriented the gaze of that beautiful woman.

This Is Not Love

If he wants to call you,
And he does not want to.
To embrace your lips again
And to steady you slowly by your back.


And to take care of you.
Even if he wants to have you within
His songs, and to kiss your lovely body
like before,


What he wanted was to uncover your soul.
What he wanted was to uncover his soul.
And he could not.
Or the two of you couldn’t.


It is not love and you don’t get it.
It is to see with powerless eyes
A light that both of you can not take.
You could not.


To want the sky to know what was wanted.
To want your own songs and your own destiny
That you will find your own paths.
And from far away.


Your smile destroying his sadness.
His memory guiding your gaze.

Hearts that fight in confusion
Between the sky, the sun, the sea and the storms.
Hearts that know each other’s emptiness.


That they know the existence in every part.
And that fight, each of them convinced
That a light is waiting in your destinies.

Recited by Joel Kindrick, my teacher in English pronunciation and writing.

Recitada por Joel Kindrick, mi maestro en pronunciación y escritura del inglés.

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