Éramos los elegidos del sol y ni dio para fiesta
No vimos la corona de fuego sobre la cabeza
El agua nos amaba nos lamía la piel desierta
La tierra nos mandaba cartas que nadie contesta
Las selvas eran nuestras o eso decía la bruma
Jugábamos a dioses mudos descalzos en la espuma
El cielo nos guiñaba un ojo azul de loco entusiasmo
Y entramos en el frío congelado
Fuimos los elegidos de la más alta estrella y nada
Ni un gracias ni un brindis solo ceguera activada
Éramos oro, éramos fuego y no supimos
Éramos coro de galaxias y nos dormimos
Éramos los elegidos del sol repitiendo en mi cabeza
Éramos los elegidos del sol
Se nos pasó la promesa
Angustia de impotencia se me atraganta en la boca
Qué se hace con un milagro cuando tu miedo lo toca
Tu mirada era el universo frente a frente tan certero
Y yo buscando señales en tus ojos de enero
Fuimos los elegidos de la más alta estrella tan callados
Con los bolsillos llenos de luz y los ojos cerrados.
Éramos oro, éramos fuego y no supimos
Éramos coro de galaxias y nos dormimos
Éramos los elegidos del sol repitiendo en mi cabeza
Éramos los elegidos del sol
Se nos pasó la promesa
We were the chosen ones of the sun and it wasn't even enough for a party
We didn't see the crown of fire upon our heads
The water loved us, it licked our deserted skin
The earth sent us letters that no one answers
The jungles were ours or so the mist said
We played at being mute gods barefoot in the foam
The sky winked a crazy, enthusiastic blue eye at us
And we entered the frozen cold
We were the chosen ones of the highest star and nothing
Not a thank you, not a toast, just activated blindness
We were gold, we were fire and we didn't know it
We were a choir of galaxies and we fell asleep
We were the chosen ones of the sun repeating in my head
We were the chosen ones of the sun
We missed the promise
Anguish of impotence chokes me in the mouth
What do you do with a miracle when your fear touches it
Your gaze was the universe face to face so accurate
And I, looking for signs in your January eyes
We were the chosen ones of the highest star so silent
With pockets full of light and eyes closed.
We were gold, we were fire and we didn't know it
We were a choir of galaxies and we fell asleep
We were the chosen ones of the sun repeating in my head
We were the chosen ones of the sun
We missed the promise
The poem "Éramos los elegidos del sol" explores themes of lost potential, unfulfilled promise, and the poignant disconnect between inherent worth and realized achievement. Through vivid imagery drawn from nature – the sun, water, earth, and stars – the poem establishes a sense of inherent privilege and destiny. The speaker and their collective were "chosen" and possessed of extraordinary qualities: "oro," "fuego," and a "coro de galaxias." However, this potential was squandered, leading to a state of regret and disillusionment.
The recurring line, "Éramos los elegidos del sol," emphasizes the weight of this missed opportunity. Despite the abundance of gifts bestowed upon them, they "did not know" ("no supimos") how to harness their power, falling asleep ("nos dormimos") and letting the promise pass them by ("Se nos pasó la promesa"). The closing stanzas convey a sense of anguish and impotence. The "miracle" is tainted by fear, and the speaker finds themselves searching for meaning in the eyes of another, highlighting a dependence on external validation. Ultimately, the poem serves as a lament for untapped potential, a somber reflection on the human tendency to remain blind to one's own inherent worth, even when bathed in the light of extraordinary promise.
Al presidente de Chile Gabriel Boric Font también le gusta la poesía de Vicente Huidobro.
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