Hive Open Mic Week 101 / "Canción" (De qué callada manera) - "Song" (In what a quiet way) by @helyor

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    Published on Mar 15, 2022
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    Hoy les traigo "Canción" (De qué callada menera), poema compuesto por el gran poeta cubano Nicolás Guillén y musicalizado por el cantautor, también cubano, Pablo Milanés.
    En ésta ocasión cuento con la gran participación de mi hermano @ylich quien de una u otra forma ha estado involucrado toda la vida en mi carrera musical.

    Mi idea original era presentarles ésta canción para el Hive Open Mic de la semana nr. 100 bajo el lema "Canta conmigo", pero lamentablemente no fue posible, sin embargo es un gran gusto trérselos el día de hoy.

    Today I bring you "Canción" (De qué callada manera), a poem composed by the great Cuban poet Nicolás Guillén and set to music by the Cuban singer-songwriter Pablo Milanés.
    On this occasion I count with the great participation of my brother @ylich who in one way or another has been involved all my life in my musical career.

    My original idea was to present you this song for the Hive Open Mic of the week nr. 100 under the motto "Sing with me", but unfortunately it was not possible, however it is a great pleasure to bring it to you today.

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    CANCIÓN
    ¡De qué callada manera
    se me adentra usted sonriendo,
    como si fuera
    la primavera!
    (Yo, muriendo.)

    Y de qué modo sutil
    me derramó en la camisa
    todas las flores de abril.

    ¿Quién le dijo que yo era
    risa siempre, nunca llanto,
    como si fuera
    la primavera?
    (No soy tanto.)

    En cambio, ¡qué espiritual
    que usted me brinde una rosa
    de su rosal principal!

    ¡De qué callada manera
    se me adentra usted sonriendo,
    como si fuera
    la primavera!
    (Yo, muriendo.)

    SONG
    How quietly
    you come smiling into me
    as if it were
    springtime!
    (Me, dying.)

    And in what a subtle way
    you spilled on my shirt
    all the flowers of April.

    Who told him that I was
    always laughter, never tears,
    as if I were
    spring?
    (I am not so much.)

    On the other hand, how spiritual
    that you give me a rose
    from your main rose bush!

    How quietly
    you enter me smiling,
    as if it were
    the spring!
    (Me, dying.)

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