Sentencia

The audience suddenly fell silent:
standing like an oak tree,
with a clear accent
the malevo spoke.

I was born, your honor, in the suburb,
a sad suburb of great sorrow,
in the social mire where one night
where one night misery settled its ranch.

As a boy, no more, I rummaged in the slime
where greatness goes to rot...
You have to see, Your Honor, how people live
to know later why one is punished!

A streetlamp in a sadly desolate street
puts with the light of the spotlight its motive of color...
The affection of my mother, my beloved old lady,
who deserved to be venerated as a saint, your honor,
in the street of my life was like the light of a lantern.

And think if that night, when I heard that the wicked one
spat on her gray hair the low and cruel concept,
man to man, without advantage, for the blinded affection,
For my son's affection, for my sacred affection,
without thinking, mad with rage, how a man I killed.

Forget for a moment your duties
and let the voice of conscience speak...
Give me afterwards, as a man and as a son,
the years of imprisonment you want...

And if you are going to sentence me by the laws,
I am here to bear the sentence...
but when I hear you curse your old lady..,
it's easy, Judge, to repent!

The hearing, gentlemen,
was drowning in silence...
Crying the malevo,
wept his sorrow
the soul of the people!