Jul 5, 2022
Oh, mujer que andas sólo por atajos, veredas que parecen secretos campesinos; oh, nunca deseada a plena luz del día; tu labor, qué afanosa; de luto es tu vestido.
La afanada | Josep Carner
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Oh, mujer que andas sólo por atajos, veredas que parecen secretos campesinos; oh, nunca deseada a plena luz del día; tu labor, qué afanosa; de luto es tu vestido.
La afanada | Josep Carner
Amada nunca fuiste, ni adolescente o libre. Si inclinas la cabeza, de alegría o tristeza, el rostro te ilumina la luz del delantal.
La afanada | Josep Carner