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Gustavo Adolfo Becquer

(17 February 1836 - 22 December 1870 / Seville)

Rima II


Saeta que voladora
cruza, arrojada al azar,
y que no se sabe dónde
temblando se clavará;

hoja que del árbol seca
arrebata el vendaval,
sin que nadie acierte el surco
donde al polvo volverá;

gigante ola que el viento
riza y empuja en el mar,
y rueda y pasa, y se ignora
qué playa buscando va;

luz que en cercos temblorosos
brilla, próxima a expirar,
y que no se sabe de ellos
cuál el último será;

eso soy yo, que al acaso
cruzo el mundo sin pensar
de dónde vengo ni a dónde
mis pasos me llevarán.

Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

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