Poem that participated in the poetic demonstration for Peace World Day of the Poetry (declared by UNESCO March 21)

If it had been saved

If it had been saved
what still fits inside,
the law with its rolling stones,
with its appendices and terminals
with its constitutions, rights and amendments
with its loads and loads and loads
of folios. 
All inside, nothing later,
up the nothing, down the nothing
taking the great form
the enormous difference
the great parade
the great row of bypasses
the great weight, body, life, all and nothing
being cooked so inside outside
as out and inside should be saved
at the moment of the scale
at the moment of the trapezium
at the moment of the dices
at the moment of the reverses
at the solitary moment
of those who do not know
nor in peace, nor in war
of the ones that can not
of the ones that do not have
of the ones that do not reach
of the ones that have not eaten
and won’t eat tomorrow,
to that moment, without knowing.
Oh!, if it had been saved
the peace they do not understand
and it is required to knead,
to forge, to file, to burnish, to offer
so that the law could have its hands and its feet
its eyes and its mouth; having,
having them always in peace, in peace, in peace…
Oh!, if it had been saved
if within the men it would have been saved
in the borders of the tepid objects of the law: the peace,
that one with compassionate eyes, and a tender smile. 

Original in Spanish and translation into English
by María Eugenia Caseiro©


Si se hubiera salvado

Si se hubiera salvado
lo que aún sirve dentro,
la ley con sus piedras rodantes
con sus apéndices y terminales
con sus constituciones, derechos y enmiendas
con sus fardos y fardos y fardos
de cuadernos.
Todo dentro, nada luego,
nada arriba, nada abajo
tomando la gran forma
la enorme diferencia
el gran desfile
la gran hilera de circunvalaciones
el gran peso, cuerpo, vida, todo y nada
cociéndose tan dentro afuera
como fuera y dentro debería salvarse
a la hora de la balanza
a la hora del trapecio
a la hora de los dados
a la hora de los reversos
a la hora solitaria
de los que no conocen
ni en paz, ni en guerra,
de los que no pueden
de los que no tienen
de los que no alcanzan
de los que no han comido
ni comerán mañana,
a esa hora, sin saber,
ay!, si se hubiera salvado
la paz que no entienden
y es menester amasar
fraguar, limar, bruñir, brindar
para que la ley tenga sus manos y sus pies
sus ojos y su boca, tenga, los tenga
siempre en paz, en paz, en paz…
Ay!, si se hubieran salvado
si entre los hombres se hubiera salvado
en las fronteras de los objetos tibios de la ley, la paz,
esa con ojos compasivos, y una sonrisa tierna.