POEM NUDE SOUL ... BY ALFONSINA STORNI

POEM
NUDE SOUL ... BY ALFONSINA STORNI

I am a naked soul in these verses,
Naked soul that anguished and alone
It leaves its petals scattered.

Soul that can be a poppy,
What can be a lily, a violet,
A cliff, a jungle and a wave.

Soul that like the wind wanders uneasily
And it roars when it is on the seas,
And sleep sweetly in a crack.

Soul that adores on its altars,
Gods that do not come down to blind her;
Soul that does not know valladares.

Soul that was easy to master
With only a heart that would break
For in your warm blood water it.

Soul that when it is in the spring
It says to the winter that it takes: it returns,
Drop your snow on the meadow.

Soul that when it snows dissolves
In sadness, crying out for roses
with which spring envelops us.

Soul that at times releases butterflies
In the open field, without setting distance,
And it says to them: libad on the things.

Soul that must die of a fragrance
Of a sigh, of a verse in which it is requested,
Without losing, to be able, its elegance.

Soul that knows nothing and everything denies
And denying the good the propitious good
Because it is denied as more comes.

Soul that usually exists as delight
Feel the souls, despise the footprint,
And feel a caress in his hand.

Soul that is always dissatisfied with her,
As the winds wander, run and turn;
Soul that bleeds and unceasingly delirious
For being the star's running vessel.