Treasure Island

Gustavo Adolfo Becquer

(17 February 1836 - 22 December 1870 / Seville)

Rimas LII


Olas gigantes que os rompeis bramando
En las playas desiertas y remotas,
Envuelto entre la sabana de espumas,
iLlevadme con vosotras!

Rafagas de huracan, que arrebatais
Del alto bosque las marchitas hojas,
Arrastrado en el ciego torbellino,
iLlevadme con vosotras!

Nubes de tempestad, que rompe el rayo
Y en fuego ornais las desprendidas orlas,
Arrebatado entre la niebla obscura,
iLlevadme con vosotras!

Llevadme, por piedad, adonde el vertigo
Con la razon me arranque la memoria...
iPor piedad!... iTengo miedo de quedarme
Con mi dolor a solas!

Submitted: Monday, October 18, 2010

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