Pingüino / Magellanic Penguin

Pablo Neruda


Ni bobo ni niño ni negro
ni blanco sino vertical
y una inoncencia interrogante
vestida de noche y de nieve.
Ríe la madre al marinero,
el pescador al astronauta,
pero no ríe el niño niño
cuando mira al pájaro niño
y del océano en desorden
inmaculado pasajero
emerge de luto nevado.

Fui yo sin duda el niño pájaro
allá en los fríos archipiélagos:
cuando él me miró con sus ojos,
con los viejos ojos del mar:
no eran brazos y no eran alas,
eran pequeños remos duros
los que llevaba en sus costados:
tenía la edad de la sal,
la edad del agua en movimiento
y me miró desde su edad:
desde entonces sé que no existo,
que soy un gusano en la arena.

Las razones de mi respeto
se mantuvieron en la arena:
aquel pájaro religioso
no necesitaba volar,
no necesitaba cantar
y aunque su forma era visible
sangraba sal su alma salvaje
como si hubieran cercenado
una vena del mar amargo.

Pingüino, estático viajero,
sacerdote lento del frío:
saludo tu sal vertical
y envidio tu orgullo emplumado.


Magellanic Penguin
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Neither clown nor child nor black
nor white but verticle
and a questioning innocence
dressed in night and snow:
The mother smiles at the sailor,
the fisherman at the astronaut,
but the child child does not smile
when he looks at the bird child,
and from the disorderly ocean
the immaculate passenger
emerges in snowy mourning.

I was without doubt the child bird
there in the cold archipelagoes
when it looked at me with its eyes,
with its ancient ocean eyes:
it had neither arms nor wings
but hard little oars
on its sides:
it was as old as the salt;
the age of moving water,
and it looked at me from its age:
since then I know I do not exist;
I am a worm in the sand.

the reasons for my respect
remained in the sand:
the religious bird
did not need to fly,
did not need to sing,
and through its form was visible
its wild soul bled salt:
as if a vein from the bitter sea
had been broken.

Penguin, static traveler,
deliberate priest of the cold,
I salute your vertical salt
and envy your plumed pride.


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