I was reading Pablo Neruda, and wanted to write something in Spanish.
It translates rather prettily, I guess, but I have no idea what it actually sounds like in the language I composed it in. Whether or not it flows.
Here. You can have it.
En Ti Vive
en ti, viven los nombres de doscientas mañanas,
y en ti vive la esperanza de los padres.
en ti, vive el sol de cien días de verano,
y en ti vive la luna de cien noches negras.
eres el orgullo de las estrellas,
y la boca de palabras infinitas y silenciosas.
tu aliento es de las brisas del mundo,
y tu lengua toca los labios del viento.
¿quién dice que tu vida no tiene significado?
¿quién dice cual persona es más importante?
todos tocan el mismo viento,
y sus almas cantan la misma canción.
ni te desesperes, ni te quites la esperanza,
porque eres precioso a mí.
And for all those English speakers who are like "Whoa, dude, wtf?!", here's a rough translation:
In You, Live
In you live the names of two hundred tomorrows,
and in you live the hope of fathers.
In you lives the sun of hundred days of summer,
and in you lives the moon of hundred black nights.
You are the pride of the stars,
and the mouth for silent and infinite words.
Your breath is of the breezes of the world,
and your tongue touches the lips of the wind.
Who says your life has no importance?
Who says which person is the greatest?
All touch of the same wind,
and their souls sing the same song.
Do not despair, and do not give up hope,
because you are precious to me.
