DOS MENDIGOS EN NUEVA YORK

She saw me

I saw her ...

She extended his bony hand to me

garrisoned by the scales of time,

troubled I smiled

And put my hand in my ashen sack

where I felt a coin ...

I gave it to her

she was silent ...

...................

In her puffy eyes

for alcohol, 

I read her story:

A tragic past 

like a cemetery full of crosses.

Amazed I was going to ask 

How could the pain

turn her into a human rag?

but I restrained myself from scalding her shame ...

...................

Then the shame was mine

When I saw my figure in the stained glass 

from a Fifth Avenue store

as I never saw it ...

And I noticed 

that I also wore rags from past times

¡I was dirtier than her!.....

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I took her by the arm tenderly

And we went close waking down the street

 with out words, smiling

like two children

that had joined the pain,

 

We were surprised by the dawn

sleeping like two friends

sheltered under the pages 

from an edition of the New Yor Times ...

I did not see her again,

but I remember her always, always

How could I forget a girl like her?

if indeed we were and will be 

Two beggar brothers

suffering the casualties of Life. ...