Cristian Castro
poema al cantante
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If in your anger you decide to punish the one who has sung
when he has broken your Holy Law.
Make him drown in the tears of his eyes,
make him suffer sad and desolate.
Sow thistles under his plants,
give him gray hair and wrinkles on his forehead,
but let him have a voice in his throat...
Because you know well, provident God,
that although everything suffer humbly;
you will no longer be able to live... if you no longer sing.