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Mario Benedetti

Tactic and Strategy

My tactic is to look at you
To learn how you are
Love you as you are
My tactic is to talk to you
And listen to you
And construct with words
An indestructible bridge
My tactic is to stay in your memory
I don't know how
Nor with what pretext
But stay within you
My tactic is to be honest
And know you are too
And that we don't sell each other illusions
So that between us there is no curtain or abyss
My strategy instead is
Deeper and simpler.
My strategy is that some day
I don't know how, nor with what pretext
That finally you need me.”

When we were kids

When we were kids
the old ones were like thirty
a puddle was an ocean
death plain and simple
did not exist
later when guys
the old men were people of forty
a pond was ocean
death only
a word
when we get married
the elders were in fifty
a lake was an ocean
death was death
of the others
now veterans
we already caught up with the truth
the ocean is finally the ocean
but death begins to be
ours.

I love you (Te quiero)

Your hands are my caress
my daily reminders
I love you because your hands
work hard for justice

if I love you, it's because you are
my love my accomplice my all
and out in the street arm in arm
we are much more than two

Your eyes are my lucky charm
against the bad days
I love you for your gaze
that watches and seeds the future

Your mouth that’s yours and mine
Your mouth that’s never wrong
I love you because your mouth
knows how to yell like a rebel

If I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice my all
and out in the street arm in arm
we are much more than two

And for your honest face
and your vagabond step
and your weeping for the world
because you’re one of the people, I love you

And because love is not a halo
or an innocent fairytale
and because we are a couple
that knows we’re not alone

I love you in my paradise
by which I mean my country
where the people live happily
even if they have no time off

If I love you it's because you are
my love my accomplice my all
and out in the street arm in arm
we are much more than two