'Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiòs
Y desde que tù te fuiste yo solo tengo...'.
Mom is always mom. Oedipus started without knowing it.
A murder was on a sunny clobbed paving among olive trees.
An incest was among the walls of dark ash-lar in an old palace.
And the deserted child got lost in the old world
Thinking he had found the new world.
On the ramparts of the castle, in his prince clothes, Hamlet meets his father's ghost.]
The wind blows upon the poor prince of Denmark
Who won't kill his stepfather but all the others.
Hamlet, you couldn't return
Now you can only go away.
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The quotation is from the lyric 'Camisa Negra'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the peculiar dialogue with ancient and classical authors often possible through your erudite works here. Hamlet seems to be so close, as if the reader can talk to him. Quite strange and exciting approach...