Poemas de amor - 1

Ese otro que también me habita,
acaso propietario, invasor quizás o exiliado en este cuerpo ajeno o de ambos,
ese otro a quien temo e ignoro, felino o ángel,
ese otro que está solo siempre que estoy solo, ave o demonio
esa sombra de piedra que ha crecido en mi adentro y en mi afuera,
eco o palabra, esa voz que responde cuando me preguntan algo,
el dueño de mi embrollo, el pesimista y el melancólico
y el inmotivadamente alegre,
ese otro,
también te ama.

Darío Jaramillo Agudelo


ME, MYSELF AND I

Billie Holiday (Nueva York, Junio 15 de 1937)

Me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
We all think you're wonderful
We do
Me, myself and I
Have just one point of view
We're convinced
There's no one else like you
It can't be denied dear
You brought the sun to us
We'd be satisfied dear
If you, you'd belong to one of us
So if you pass me by
Three hearts will break in two

Cause me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
Me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
We all think you're wonderful
We do
Me, myself and I
Have just one point of view
We're convinced
There's no one else like you
It can't be denied dear
You brought the sun to us
We'd be satisfied dear
If you'd belong to one of us
So if you pass me by
Three hearts will break in two
Cause me, myself and I
Are all in love with you