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Las ondas que mueven su vientre de plomo<br />
debajo del muelle parecen gemir.<br />
Sentado en un cable, fumando su pipa,<br />
est? un marinero pensando en las playas<br />
de un vago, lejano, brumoso pa?s.<br />
Es viejo ese lobo. Tostaron su cara<br />
los rayos de fuego del sol del Brasil;<br />
los recios tifones del mar de la China<br />
le han visto bebiendo su frasco de gin.<br />
La espuma impregnada de yodo y salitre<br />
ha tiempo conoce su roja nariz,<br />
sus crespos cabellos, sus biceps de atleta,<br />
su gorra de lona, su blusa de dril.<br />
En medio del humo que forma el tabaco<br />
ve el viejo el lejano, brumoso pa?s,<br />
adonde una tarde caliente y dorada<br />
tendidas las velas parti? el bergant?n ...<br />
The waves that move their leaden bellies<br />
seem to moan beneath the pier.<br />
Sitting on a cable, smoking his pipe,<br />
is a sailor thinking of the beaches<br />
of a vague, distant, misty land.<br />
This sea-dog is old. The fiery beams<br />
of Brazilian sun have tanned his face;<br />
the wild typhoons of the China sea<br />
have seen him drinking his bottle of gin.<br />
The iodine and saltpetre foam<br />
long has known his ruddy nose,<br />
his curly hair, athletic biceps,<br />
his canvas cap, his blouse of drill.<br />
Surrounded by tobacco smoke<br />
the old man sees the far off misty land<br />
for which one hot and golden evening<br />
his brig set out with all sails set ...
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