Silvio Rodriguez Miscellaneous story is difficult,
I am not going to talk to you about a common man.
I will tell the story of a being from another world,
of an animal from the galaxy.
It is a story that has to do
with the course of the Milky Way.
It is a buried story,
it is about a being from nothing.
Born from a storm,
in the sun of one night,
in the penultimate month.
He went from planet to planet
looking for drinking water,
perhaps looking for life
or looking for death,
You never know that.
Maybe looking for silhouettes
or something similar that was adorable,
or at least lovable, kissable,
kind.
He discovered that King Solomon's mines were in the sky and not in burning Africa, as people thought... but the stones are cold and He was interested in warmth and joy.
The jewels had no soul,
they were just mirrors, bright colors.
And finally he went down to war,
sorry, I meant to say to the earth.
He knew the story of a blow,
he felt ground crystals in his head
and he understood that the war
was the peace of the future:
the most terrible thing was he learns quickly
and beauty costs us our lives.
The last time I saw him leave
among smoke and shrapnel,
happy and naked...
he was killing scoundrels
with his cannon of the future,
he was killing scoundrels
with his cannon of the future...

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