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Waters (Translated from Spanish)

Because I tossed, too much times,
with salt waters
that felt from the eyes
and from the years,
I keep my thirst of the sweet ones
for the water of your source.

I hope that one day ahead
I will row no more
In the streams that flow down.

And either I may reach the vineyards,
them itselves,
by the hour of the brindis
and no any other time,
this time.

Or may I, at least
cry wine
instead of tears.