Teaschip, who is cuddling with him?

Yes, I am sure most of the people have seen this movie!

Tan,tan hermoso! gracias hijo.

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

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.

symbolic, like your heart, Sera.

Who Dies? by Pablo Neruda

Dies slowly he who transforms himself into a slave of habit,
repeating every day the same routines,
who does not change brands,
does not risk wearing a new color, nor talking to those he doesn't know.
Dies slowly he who makes television his guru.
Dies slowly he who avoids a passion,
who prefers black to white
and the dots on the "i" to a whirlpool of emotions,
Dies slowly he who does not overthrow the table when unhappy at work,
who does not risk the certain for the uncertain
to go toward the dream that is keeping him awake.
Who does not, at least once in life, flee from sound thinking.
Dies slowly he who does not travel, does not read,
does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys his self love,
who does not accept help from another.
Dies slowly he who passes his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it,
who does not ask about a subject he does not know
or who does not answer when being asked about something he does know.
Dies slowly he who does not share his emotions, joys and sadness,
who does not trust, who does not even try.
Dies slowly he who does not intend excelling,
who does not learn from the stones on the road of life,
who does not love and let somebody love him.
Let's avoid death in soft quotes,
remembering always that to be alive demands an effort much bigger
that the simple fact of breathing.

The Ottoman Foreign Service was well aware of Europe's taste for tulips. In 1651, nearly on the centennial of the bulb's introduction in the West, the Turks sent another Austrian ambassador back to Vienna with gifts, the most prized of which were 10 new varieties of the flower. In Europe they were promptly given names like Maximilianus, Roses of Leiden, Herzog Max, Van den Vilde and Belle Voir.


But although tulips were still special in Turkey, in the 17th century they werecertainly not considered something to throw one's fortune away on, as the foolish foreigners had. Not, that is, until the early 1700's, when what had happened in Amsterdam 100 years earlier occurred again in Istanbul: tulip madness.
Sultan Ahmet III, who ruled the Ottoman Empire from 1703 until 1730, liked flowers. More than that, he liked garden parties. It wasn't long before his reign began that the final Turkish seige of Vienna had failed, and the empire was forced into the humiliating Treaty of Karlowitz (1699). By the terms of this treaty the Empire was obliged to sign away to European powers large pieces of territory in the Balkans. Istanbul was anxious to forget about war and defeat. A peace party was in power and in the palace, and it was glad to encourage the Sultan in his taste for entertaining. Better flowers than battles, certainly. Society was ready to be diverted by a harmless fad, and the fad that appeared was the tulip.

http://www.saudiaramcoworld.com/issue/197703/turbans.and.tulips.htm