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Machado
Hard sunrise
P ecause we were friends and, at times,
we loved;
perhaps to add another interest
to the many already forced us
we decided to play intellectual games.
We put a board in front of us:
equal parts, values,
on possibility of movement.
We learned the rules, I swear respect
and started the game.
Here we are a century ago, sitting,
meditating fiercely
how to give the final blow to annihilate
in final mode, forever, on the other.
Who cares
if you burned your days of fictions,
if you elevated sand
your imaginary world,
dreaming of treasures
in the gulfs of turn.
Who cares
Machado
It's a shame you're not with me
when I look at the clock and it's four
and I just think the return and ten minutes
and I stretch my legs every afternoon
and I do so with shoulders to loosen the back
and I bend your fingers and pull them lies.
It's a shame you're not with me
when I look at the clock and it's five
and I am a handle that calculates interest
or two hands jumping over forty keys
or a listening ear as barks phone
or a guy who makes them shows numbers and truths.
It's a shame you're not with me
when I look at the clock and it's six.
You could get closer surprise
and say "What?" and would stay
I with red stain your lips
you with my blue carbon soot.
when I look at the clock and it's four
and I just think the return and ten minutes
and I stretch my legs every afternoon
and I do so with shoulders to loosen the back
and I bend your fingers and pull them lies.
It's a shame you're not with me
when I look at the clock and it's five
and I am a handle that calculates interest
or two hands jumping over forty keys
or a listening ear as barks phone
or a guy who makes them shows numbers and truths.
It's a shame you're not with me
when I look at the clock and it's six.
You could get closer surprise
and say "What?" and would stay
I with red stain your lips
you with my blue carbon soot.
Borges
Lunas, ivories, tools, roses,
lamps and line Dürer,
nine figures and the changing zero,
I pretend that these things exist.
I must pretend that in the past were
Persepolis and Rome and a sand
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I pretend guns and pira
epic and heavy seas
gnawing the pillars of the earth.
I must pretend that there are others. It's a lie.
Only you. You, my misfortune
and my happiness, inexhaustible and pure.
lamps and line Dürer,
nine figures and the changing zero,
I pretend that these things exist.
I must pretend that in the past were
Persepolis and Rome and a sand
measured subtle lucky laalmena
that centuries of iron dumped. I pretend guns and pira
epic and heavy seas
gnawing the pillars of the earth.
I must pretend that there are others. It's a lie.
Only you. You, my misfortune
and my happiness, inexhaustible and pure.
Julia de Burgos
Love ...
I only flame is God
in the true path of uncertainty.
Here,
desperate,
I contemplate life in a space of time. cutting in the trail passes
Esperance light sleep.
I only flame is God
in the true path of uncertainty.
Here,
desperate,
I contemplate life in a space of time. cutting in the trail passes
Esperance light sleep.
Oh blue morning they were dead,
flying in space!
Oh knotted caress you wake dispersed,
when awakens the body!
Oh want to banish me from my troubled steps ...!
They multiply in echoes!
Here, near the continuous gravitate from nothing,
How to assail my mind the most barren silences!
My hope is floating between itself journey ...
It is a vague shadow no anchor and no return.
My ears do not want to germinate the future.
Oh the weight of the atmosphere!
Oh the weight of exile!
Love ...!
To round mild upset your voice,
It broke my white wave left in my chest.
D ay in the elevator, our concern has forbidden kiss. Despite seeing us without the usual cargo of fears and fantasies, eyes opal and thirst that burns in our bodies.
You are in front of me, like a garden tiller in my veins, where lighted flowers explode.Ardent tangle of stories in this land of shadows and birds foams.
You are in me, with the pomp of eternal foliage ..
Let me fill my lips smiles understand that my life is made for the peaks and not for the abyss. I want to get away to the anonymous station and caress your hair moons.
Today the concern has forbidden our kiss.The elevator opens and a golden pollen falls on my naked heart. While you remain silent and cold.
It is the mystery that opens our hands, is the love that left and did not come. A wind in the orange groves, which shakes the song of woe ...
Miro your trail in vivid ways: by signing in silence, tables with white tablecloths, chaste nights projects, dreams of nerve branches, verbal perfumes, dances and rhythms ... look in your night: the indiscreet gallantry, donations to the church and measured accents your words.
How to find the wheres, hows, whys? As articulate what was lost and what is just a moment who plays to wander, to dream ... to have an unreal landscape and piano sheets. You walk and retrace with closed eyelids.
To get to love we must learn to brand the wings of birds and surrender without drunkenness of open streams.
Today I look like child running to not panic, with its autumn sun on as my silhouette;safe to live life to forget. You do not hear the noise of dreams, sweet grass falling, pets and leaves, and fresh bank where barefoot ignore the wind. No break you splash cold or flowers with words.
Your moon appears in the sky backlit in the evening ...
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The thick shadow has shut our mouths, hands amarrándonos intact.
I come home, I see from afar the imposing traffic, and flashes of light over the heads of motorists. I sit at the computer, suspended in time and conjugo red, indigo, silver, the sweetness of autumn, yellow .. new music and the faded stars.
breast milk as a spring,
by looking at you and feel beside me and have you
in the laughter of gold and crystal voice.
By feeling in my veins like God in the rivers
and worship in the sad bones of dust and lime,
Because you passed without pain beside me
and out in the -clean stanza of all evil.
How to know love, woman, how to know
love you, love you like nobody ever knew!
Dying and still
love you more.
And still
love you more
and more.
Becker
flying in space!
Oh knotted caress you wake dispersed,
when awakens the body!
Oh want to banish me from my troubled steps ...!
They multiply in echoes!
Here, near the continuous gravitate from nothing,
How to assail my mind the most barren silences!
My hope is floating between itself journey ...
It is a vague shadow no anchor and no return.
My ears do not want to germinate the future.
Oh the weight of the atmosphere!
Oh the weight of exile!
Love ...!
To round mild upset your voice,
It broke my white wave left in my chest.
You are in front of me, like a garden tiller in my veins, where lighted flowers explode.Ardent tangle of stories in this land of shadows and birds foams.
You are in me, with the pomp of eternal foliage ..
Let me fill my lips smiles understand that my life is made for the peaks and not for the abyss. I want to get away to the anonymous station and caress your hair moons.
Today the concern has forbidden our kiss.The elevator opens and a golden pollen falls on my naked heart. While you remain silent and cold.
It is the mystery that opens our hands, is the love that left and did not come. A wind in the orange groves, which shakes the song of woe ...
Miro your trail in vivid ways: by signing in silence, tables with white tablecloths, chaste nights projects, dreams of nerve branches, verbal perfumes, dances and rhythms ... look in your night: the indiscreet gallantry, donations to the church and measured accents your words.
How to find the wheres, hows, whys? As articulate what was lost and what is just a moment who plays to wander, to dream ... to have an unreal landscape and piano sheets. You walk and retrace with closed eyelids.
To get to love we must learn to brand the wings of birds and surrender without drunkenness of open streams.
Today I look like child running to not panic, with its autumn sun on as my silhouette;safe to live life to forget. You do not hear the noise of dreams, sweet grass falling, pets and leaves, and fresh bank where barefoot ignore the wind. No break you splash cold or flowers with words.
Your moon appears in the sky backlit in the evening ...
The thick shadow has shut our mouths, hands amarrándonos intact.
I come home, I see from afar the imposing traffic, and flashes of light over the heads of motorists. I sit at the computer, suspended in time and conjugo red, indigo, silver, the sweetness of autumn, yellow .. new music and the faded stars.
Neruda
Woman, I would have been your son for beberte breast milk as a spring,
by looking at you and feel beside me and have you
By feeling in my veins like God in the rivers
and worship in the sad bones of dust and lime,
Because you passed without pain beside me
and out in the -clean stanza of all evil.
How to know love, woman, how to know
love you, love you like nobody ever knew!
Dying and still
love you more.
And still
love you more
and more.
Becker
Before you die me; hidden
in the bowels and
iron take you opened your hand
Wide mortal wound.
in the bowels and
iron take you opened your hand
Wide mortal wound.
Before you die me; and my spirit,
in his dogged determination,
He will sit at the gates of death,
waiting there.
in his dogged determination,
He will sit at the gates of death,
waiting there.
With the hours daily, with days
the years fly,
and that door call after ...
Who keeps calling?
the years fly,
and that door call after ...
Who keeps calling?
So your guilt and your spoil
save the earth,
by washing in the waves of death
as in other Jordan
save the earth,
by washing in the waves of death
as in other Jordan
where the murmur of life
shaking going to die,
as the wave comes to the beach
Silent expire;
shaking going to die,
as the wave comes to the beach
Silent expire;
where the tomb that closes
opens an eternity,
everything we've both silent,
there as we speak.
opens an eternity,
everything we've both silent,
there as we speak.
Peered into his eyes a tear
and my lip a sentence of forgiveness;
He spoke pride and wiped his tears,
and the phrase on my lips expired.
and my lip a sentence of forgiveness;
He spoke pride and wiped his tears,
and the phrase on my lips expired.
I'm going on a road; She, on the other;
but, thinking about our mutual love,
I still say: Why shut up that day?
They will say, 'Why did not cry I?
but, thinking about our mutual love,
I still say: Why shut up that day?
They will say, 'Why did not cry I?
Today as yesterday, tomorrow and today,
And always the same!
A gray sky, an eternal horizon
and walk ... walk.
And always the same!
A gray sky, an eternal horizon
and walk ... walk.
Moving to the beat, like a stupid
machine, the heart.
The clumsy brain intelligence,
asleep in a corner.
machine, the heart.
The clumsy brain intelligence,
asleep in a corner.
The soul, which envisions a paradise,
looking for him without faith,
fatigue aimless wave that rolls
knowing why.
looking for him without faith,
fatigue aimless wave that rolls
knowing why.
Voice, relentless, with the same tone,
sings the same song,
drop of water falling monotonous
and falls incessantly.
sings the same song,
drop of water falling monotonous
and falls incessantly.
So go gliding day
towards each other;
Today the same as yesterday ...; and all of them,
without joy or pain.
towards each other;
Today the same as yesterday ...; and all of them,
without joy or pain.
Oh, sometimes I agree sighing me
the old suffer!
Bitter is pain, but even
suffering is live!
the old suffer!
Bitter is pain, but even
suffering is live!
Ring the flowers, sounding caresses
petals decorate your eyes
the aroma is that of your skin
passion overflows
everything is love, everything is love
because loving you is beautiful
loving is living.
petals decorate your eyes
the aroma is that of your skin
passion overflows
everything is love, everything is love
because loving you is beautiful
loving is living.
In this prison of my soul without turning tracks.
I am the rose and paled, fearful trembling leaf between your wings, an empty nest.
Behind me are the long, cold sigh, a distant music, blazed prohibited skin.
I am a love of solitude, full of shade, a cold ash illusion, a silent flight.
I am the love that runs through the long nights of full amphorae and blues rhythms.
I want to touch you, and stay in your ears, with the air of my words.
First love, intimate, so mine.
I am the rose and paled, fearful trembling leaf between your wings, an empty nest.
Behind me are the long, cold sigh, a distant music, blazed prohibited skin.
I am a love of solitude, full of shade, a cold ash illusion, a silent flight.
I am the love that runs through the long nights of full amphorae and blues rhythms.
I want to touch you, and stay in your ears, with the air of my words.
First love, intimate, so mine.
Now I can hear you,
I can feel your silence,
I can go your kisses
and dream your lips,
I can even listen to your melody,
even when you're away
and you're all nostalgia.
If the we not come
and from not being checked,
anything between nothing and nothing,
zero zero to zero,
and if from nothing and nothing
nothing can exist,
toast
by the beautiful not be
our bodies.
by the beautiful not be
only in the other world
I sleep with him,
at certain times,
when I close doors
behind me.
And I narrow,
slowly
until my blood.
until my blood.
T and hug my embrace,
and with my hand in your mouth,
and with my hand in your mouth,
I look and look for you ....
Hard sunrise
you desvaneciéndote
and in my arms
and in my arms
just have your shadow.
P ecause we were friends and, at times,
we loved;
perhaps to add another interest
to the many already forced us
we decided to play intellectual games.
We put a board in front of us:
equal parts, values,
on possibility of movement.
We learned the rules, I swear respect
and started the game.
Here we are a century ago, sitting,
meditating fiercely
how to give the final blow to annihilate
in final mode, forever, on the other.
P ienso in that man kissing
as if the sea were to
overflow,
overflow,
who sows his smile on my skin
with haughty
Tang, who draws my loneliness
Tang, who draws my loneliness
above the fog.
I think that man, docile to my eyes,
I think that man, docile to my eyes,
faithful, full, full.
On his flight moistened timeless
On his flight moistened timeless
without space.
As spring to autumn wheat.
I think the man who invents soles,
As spring to autumn wheat.
I think the man who invents soles,
touch silk water
and a simple truth to love me.
That way, fickle, my man.
In the silent trembling of her heartbeat,
and a simple truth to love me.
That way, fickle, my man.
In the silent trembling of her heartbeat,
in his eyes dark
challenges.
I think that man awaits me
challenges.
I think that man awaits me
sweet rapture.
In your hair of wheat that fills me
In your hair of wheat that fills me
on a tide of petals and
trills.
That man:
Wild Sun
trills.
That man:
Wild Sun
River music and silence,
bird at dawn.
I think this man
I think this man
and there flavor in music
color and aroma,
newly opened carnations
and snowy flowers
in my dreams.
Who cares
if you burned your days of fictions,
if you elevated sand
your imaginary world,
dreaming of treasures
in the gulfs of turn.
Who cares
If night life wears on them ,,
and the morning were not so
and the morning were not so
helps to live.
Stop asking
Stop asking
if it was worth it
spend many verses
spend many verses
to a similar topic.
What you thought you were,
What you thought you were,
what they are,
who cares.
And what if now the dream
And what if now the dream
does not arrive
to reconcile with others,
to reconcile with others,
mythical,
and you beg,
and you beg,
if they have feelings, it
morning to you,
morning to you,
do you care, a day
different,
finally different.
different,
finally different.
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