Quoting geniuda:

Quoting kafesteki kus:

Puesto para mi,tambien)))por favor
Mi favourito pero
prefiero Pablo Neruda en espanol)))

Poem # 20
Twenty Love Poems: And a Song of Despair

Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, "The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Pablo Neruda
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7BFaNDesLSw&feature=related

Quoting Roswitha:

Que el verso sea como una llave
Que abra mil puertas.
Una hoja cae; algo pasa volando;
Cuanto miren los ojos creado sea,
Y el alma del oyente quede temblando.

Inventa mundos nuevos y cuida tu palabra;
El adjetivo, cuando no da vida, mata.

Estamos en el ciclo de los nervios.
El músculo cuelga,
Como recuerdo, en los museos;
Mas no por eso tenemos menos fuerza:
El vigor verdadero
Reside en la cabeza.

Por qué cantáis la rosa, ¡oh Poetas!
Hacedla florecer en el poema ;

Sólo para nosotros
Viven todas las cosas bajo el Sol.

El Poeta es un pequeño Dios.

Quoting Roswitha:

LOS BESOS
No te olvides, temprana, de los besos un día.
De los besos alados que a tu boca llegaron.
Un instante pusieron su plumaje encendido
sobre el puro dibujo que se rinde entreabierto.

Te rozaron los dientes. Tú sentiste su bulto,
En tu boca latiendo su celeste plumaje.
Ah, redondo tu labio palpitaba de dicha.
¿Quién no besa esos pájaros cuando llegan, escapan?

Entreabierta tu boca vi tus dientes blanquísimos.
Ah, los picos delgados entre labios se hunden.
Ah, picaron celestes, mientras dulce sentiste
que tu cuerpo ligero, muy ligero, se erguía.

¡Cuán graciosa, cuán fina, cuán esbelta reinabas!
Luz o pájaros llegan, besos puros, plumajes.
Y oscurecen tu rostro con sus alas calientes,
que te rozan. revuelan, mientras ciega tú brillas.

No lo olvides. Felices, mira, van, ahora escapan.
Mira: vuelan, ascienden, el azul los adopta.
Suben altos, dorados. Van calientes, ardiendo.
Gimen, cantan, esplenden. En el cielo deliran.

Vicente Aleixandre

Quoting kafesteki kus:

Poem # 20
Twenty Love Poems: And a Song of Despair

Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7BFaNDesLSw&feature=related

Quoting geniuda:

Quoting eddie:

Emotion...

My dear friend...you are in good company...
While I listen to the poemas...I play music in the
backgound....talk about emotions...!

Tan hermoso amiga mia...grazie....teşekkür ederim...
Vă mulţumesc....So beautiful...

Thank you genuida and KK
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