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Becquer, Gustavo Adolfo

XXXIX

not say that exhausted their treasury affairs
missing, silenced the lyre;
may not be poets,
but will always be poetry.

While waves of light ignites the heart
kiss,
while the sun
torn clouds of fire and gold, while the air

in its lap
perfumes and harmonies, while there
spring in the world,
will be poetry!

While science does not discover
the sources of life,
and at sea or in the sky there is an abyss that the calculation
resist,

while always advancing humanity
not know where you walk,
while a mystery man,
will be poetry!

While we feel that the soul rejoices,
without the lips smiling;
while cry without weeping
go to cloud the eyes;

while the heart and head
continue struggling, while there is hope
and memories,
will be poetry!

While there are eyes that reflect
the eyes that look,
while sighing lips respond
the lips that sigh,

as a kiss can feel
two confused souls,
while a beautiful woman
there will be poetry!

What you tell me? I know, is changeable,
is arrogant and vain and capricious;
before the sense of his soul, sprout
sterile water from the rock.








XL came into her eyes a tear and my lip
a sentence of forgiveness;
spoke proudly and wiped her tears,
and the phrase on my lips expired.

I go down a path and she, on the other;
but the thought of our mutual love,
I still say why I kept silence on that day?
They will say why I did not cry?






XLI

My life is a wasteland, flower
play loses its leaves;
in my way someone is spreading fatal

evil for me to collect.






XLII

Shaker
waving strange ideas as hurricane

pushing waves in droves.

Murmur in
soul rises and grows like a volcano that deaf

announced that it will burn. Misshapen silhouettes


impossible beings, landscapes displayed

as to through tulle.

Colors that melting
mimickers in air
atoms Iris
swimming in light.

Ideas wordless
nonsense words;
cadences have no
no rhythm nor compass.

Memorias and desires
of things not exist;
accesses joy
pulses mourn.

Activity nervosa
that finds no how used;
reinless guide him,
flying horse.

Locura that spirit
exalts and faints
divine intoxication
genius creator.
Such is inspiration.

Gigante voice chaos
orders in the brain and in the shadows

makes light appear brighter
gold reins powerful
that restrains the exalted mind

the flying horse.

thread of light that you
thoughts ata,
sun than clouds break
and plays at the zenith. Intelligent


hand in a pearl necklace

words get the unruly gathering.


Harmonious rhythm with the cadence and number

fugitive notes enclosed in the meter.

chisel the statue
bite block modeling, and the plastic beauty

added to the ideal. Atmosphere


rotating with the order ideas, which atoms grouped

hidden attraction.

Raudal
waves whose mouth off her thirst, rest

the spirit regains its vigor.

This is our reason.
always struggling with both
and both won,
genius is just as binding a yoke
to both.







XLIII

If
rocking the blue bells in your balcony,
think the wind goes sighing
gossip,
know that hidden among the green leaves I
sigh.

confusing echo If your back
vague rumor,
think by name called you
distant voice,
knows between shadows surround you
call you me.

If peat timorous in high night
your heart
to felt lips a breath
scorching
knows that although invisible, next yours
respite me.






XLIV

say you got heart and only
sayest because feel their heartbeats;
's not heart ... is a machine
that compás moving noisy.






XLV

Seeing my hours
fever and insomnia go slow,
at the edge of my bed,
who will sit?


trembling hand When about to expire
store looking for a helping hand,
Who's close?

When the death of my eyes
glass crystal,
my eyelids still open, close them
Who?


When the bell rings (if it sounds at my funeral)
a prayer to hear,
who murmur? When my pale


press remains the land and, on the forgotten grave

who come to mourn? Who

in order the next day,
when the sun shines again,
that went through the world,
who will remember?







XLVI

The invisible atoms of air
around throbbing and swollen,
the sky melts in golden rays,
the earth trembles overjoyed.

hear floating in the waves of harmonies
sound of kisses and the beating of wings;
my eyes are closed ... what happens?
is the love that happens!







XLVII

night came rather found a asylum
and had sed! ... my tears drank;
and grew hungry! Los swollen eyes
closed to die!

Was a desert? Although my ear
of mobs came the ronco boil,
I was orphan poor ... The world was
desert ... for me!






XLVIII

Pretending realities
shaded vana,
front Desire
goes Esperanza.
Y their lies
as Fénix reborn
their ashes.







XLIX

Al shine lightning born
and still lasts its radiance when die;
so shorter the live!
La Gloria and Love after we run
shadows a dream are we pursue;






L

Today land and heavens me smile,
now reaches fund my soul sun ,
today I see ... the've seen and me looked ...
today believe in God!







LI

-Yo am ardent, I'ma brunette
I am symbol passion,
of craving joys my soul is full.
do I seek?
"It is you: no.

"My face is pale, my hair of gold, I can give you such
endless.
tenderness I keep a treasure.
do you call me?
"No, not you.

"I am a dream, an impossibility,
vain phantom of mist and light;
'm incorporeal, intangible am:
I can not love.
- Oh, come, see you!







LII

lean on his chest When the melancholy face


cut short a lily look like me. Because to give


purity symbol that is blue, it
as God made you
gold and snow.







LIII


On the skirt had the book open on my cheek touched

black curls:

not seen any letters, I think, but we kept both

deep silence .

How long?
even then I know.
I know that I heard more than
breath escaped

that lip quick dry.
only know that we became
the two at once and our eyes

found and blew a kiss. Creating

Dante was the book,
was his hell.
When he lowered his eyes I said, trembling
:
Do you understand now that a poem
fit in a verse? She said
On:
I understand!






LIV

If our grievances in a book

history is written and erased in our souls as
be erased in its leaves;

still love you so much, left my
chest your love so deep footprints,
only that you delete a
I erased the all!






LV

A woman has poisoned my soul,
another woman's body has poisoned me;
neither came to fetch me, I
any of the two complaints.

As the world is round, the world conference.
If tomorrow, rolling, it just turn poisons
why accuse me?
"I can give more than what I was given?








First
LVI is a shimmering dawn and vague, restless
streak of light that cuts the sea;
then sparkles and grows and expands in hot blast
clarity. The

brilladora fire is joy;
the fearful shadow is sorrow:
Ay! in the dark night of my soul,
when dawn?







LVII

As the breeze freshens
blood on the dark field, full of perfumes and

harmonies in the stillness of the night wandering.

symbol of pain and tenderness, the English bard
the horrible drama
the sweet Ofelia, reason lost, picking flowers and singing
happens.






LVIII

When you enter the shadow
dark
lost a voice whispered his sad disturbing quiet,
if deep in my soul I hear sweet
resonate,
tell me is that the wind in their turns
complain, or tell me your sighs of love
to happen?

When my window the sun shines red

morning and my love your shadow evokes
if in my mouth I felt another mouth
printing,
tell me is that blind delirium, or a kiss
in a gasp
send me your heart?

And in the bright day
late at night and dark,
if all that surrounds the soul

you believe you want to feel and see,
tell me is that I play and respite
dreaming or that sighed
me das your breath drink?






LIX

many times ski mossy
walls who keep
heard shearing that mediate evening
to matins llama!
many times traced my silhouette
moon silvery
beside the cypress than his orchard
leans by tapias!

When shadows church wrapped
your warhead openwork,
many times tremble on glasses
vi glare lamp!
Although wind in angles dark
of tower whistle,
choir between voices perceived
his voice vibrant clear.

In winter nights if a timorous
by deserted plaza
dared crossing at glimpsed,
step quicken.
And lacked an old that winch
tell morning
that somehow sacristan dead in sin
perhaps was me soul.

A dark knew corners
atrium and cover;
my feet nettles that grow there
traces perhaps saved.
Owls which frightened followed me
with eyes llamas,
arrived at me time
like a good comrade.

My side without fear of reptiles dragged
moved;
to the mute granite saints
think greeted me!






LX
Cendal
floating light mist,
curly white foam tape, sound rumor

harp of gold, kiss
aura, light wave,
that's you. You

, shade air
how often I touch you fade.
As the flame, such as sound,
like fog, like the moan
blue lake!

beaches in the sea without sounding wave, in a vacuum
wandering comet, long lament
grunt
wind
craving perpetual better,
why me.

Yo, that your eyes in my agony
eyes back night and day;
me who tireless run and demented
after shadow after daughter ardent
a vision!






LXI

No know what I dreamed
in last night.
Triste very sad due be sleep
because awake, anguish me lasted.

I noticed to joining
moist pillow
and first [time] felt perceived this,
of bitter pleasure swell soul.

Triste thing sleep
that we start crying, but I have
a joy in my sadness ...
I know I still have tears!







LXII

Spirit unnamed
indefinable essence
I live life forms
no idea.

I swim in the empty, sun
tremble at the stake, the shadows throb

and float with the clouds.

I am the gold fringe
of the distant star, I'm
high
moon light warm and serene.

I am the fiery cloud in the sunset
waves,
I am of the wandering star
luminous stela.

I am snow summits,
am fire sands,
blue wave seas
and foam shorelines.

In lute am note
perfume in violet
fleeting flame tombs
and ruins ivy.

Yo thunders the torrent
and silbo in centella
and blind in lightning
and roar in storm.

Yo river in hillsides,
whisper high yerba,
sigh in pure wave
and cry in dry leaf.

Yo undulates with atoms
smoke rising
and heaven slow climbs
spiral immense.

Yo in dorados threads
that insects droop
me Mezco between trees
in ardent siesta.

I run after nymphs
that the fresh stream
lens arroyo
naked frolic.

Yo forests corals
carpeting white pearls
chase in ocean
naiads light.

Yo in caverns concave
do sun never penetrates,
mingling the gnomes
contemplate his riches.

I search the centuries
those already erased footprints
and know those empires
neither the name remains.

I follow in swift vertigo
worlds which flip,
and my pupil encompasses
creation.

I know these regions
to do a rumor not arrives
and where reports astros
life a breath expect.

I am on abyss
the bridge across,
I am the ignota scale
that heaven joins earth.

Yo am the invisible
ring subject
the world of form
to world idea.

Yo finally am that spirit
unknown essence
perfume mysterious
that is vase the poet.







LXIII

Despierta tiemblo mirarte,
asleep dare I verte;
why, soul my soul
I veil while you sleep.

Despierta laugh and when laughing your lips
restless seem
lightning grana that creepeth
a sky snow.

Dormida, extremes your mouth
folds smile mild
soft as luminous trace
leaving a dying sun.

Sleeps!

Despierta view and looking, your eyes
humid glow,
as wave blue whose crest
sparking sun hurts.

Through your eyelids asleep
tranquil glare poured,
which casteth light tempered lightning
lamp transparent.

Sleeps!

Despierta speak and speaking, vibrant
your words seem
rain pearl in golden cup
spills torrents.

Dormida in murmur your nourishment
rhythmic and tenuous
hear I a poem my soul
enamored understands

Sleeps!

About heart hand
I post because not sound
its beat and night
turbe calm solemn.

De your balcony blinds
closed already because not between
glare vexatious
dawn and you wakes.

Sleeps!

As swarm bee irritated
a dark corner memory
depart to haunt memories
of past hours.

Yo the want repel. Effort useless!
Me surround me accosted
and one after others key comes
the sharp stinger the soul festers.






LXIV

As keeps miser his treasure
kept my pain;
loved him prove there something eternal
which eternal swore love.

Mas today call him vainly and hear while
that exhausted, say
ah, mud miserable, eternally
you can neither even suffer!

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LXV

cross streets and her movements are silent harmony
:
sound his footsteps and the sound of the hymn
winged remember the rhythmic cadence.

ajar eyes, those eyes
as clear as day,
and earth and sky, the cover, burn
new light in his eyes.

Laugh, laugh and have fleeting water
notes:
cries, and every tear a poem
of infinite tenderness.

She has the light, has the perfume
color and line, as engendering
desires
expression, eternal source of poetry.

What is stupid? Bah! While
keep silent dark enigma,
always worth what I think calla
more than anyone else tell me.







LXVI

His hand in my hands,
his eyes in my eyes, the loving

head on my shoulder, God knows how many times

with lazy step

we wandered together under the tall elms that home

provide mystery and shadow on the porch.

And just yesterday ... a year,
past as a breath
how exquisite grace,
how admirable aplomb,
told me introduce a friend
informal:
"I think somewhere I've seen you
" silly Ah, ye of

classrooms
Wives of good taste and there andábais
of gallant fighter entanglements;
what story you have lost,
do so tasty delicacy to be eaten

sotto voce in a circle behind

range of feathers and gold!

Discreet and chaste moon,
copudos and tall elms,
walls of your home, your porch
thresholds,
hush and the secret
not leave you! Hush
;
for my part I have forgotten everything
and she ... she
no mask-like face.







LXVII

Where did I come? ... The most horrible and rough looking
of trails;
the trail of bloodied feet
on hard rock,
the remnants of a soul
tatters in the brambles acute

tell you the way that leads to my crib.

Whither go? The gloomiest and sad
of páramos crosses,
valley eternal snow and eternal
melancholy fogs.
Where you a solitary stone
without any inscription,
where habite el oblivion
there shall My tomb.







LXVIII

As swarm bee irritated
a dark corner memory
depart to haunt memories
of past hours.

Yo the want repel. Effort useless!
surround me, harass me,
and one after another to key comes the sharp sting
the soul festers.







LXIX

is a question of words and yet
neither you nor I ever
after last
will agree on who is to blame.

shame that Love do not have a dictionary where to find

when pride is just
pride and dignity when it is!







LXX

From what little life I would gladly
remains the best years,
to know what others have told me
. And this life

mortal and eternal
what I touch, if I touch something,
to know what
alone has me thinking.







LXXI


closed his eyes still were open, they covered his face

with a blank canvas,
and some sobbing,
other in silence, the sad Alcove

all departed.

Light
burned in a glass on the floor, the wall

cast the shadow of the bed, and from that shadow

could be seen at intervals drawn

rigid body shape.

wake up the day and his dawn

first with a thousand noises
wake the people. Before that contrast

of life and mystery,
of light and darkness, I thought for a moment
:

God, which alone are the dead
!

of the house, shoulders,
brought him to the temple, and a chapel

left the coffin. There

surrounded the pale remnants of yellow candles

and black cloth.

Giving Souls of touch
last, an old

ended his last prayer, crossed the wide
ship groaned

doors and the holy precincts
desert abode.

heard of a clock pendulum

compassionate and some candles
the sizzle. Tan
fearful and sad, so dark and lifeless

everything was
I thought at one point:

God, what
alone are the dead!


hood of the high iron tongue turning

gave his farewell pitiful.
The mourning clothes, friends and relatives


forming row crossed courtship. The last refuge

,
dark and narrow spike

opened the niche at one end:
laid her there,
tapiáronle then
and a
greeting took leave the duel.

shoulder Piquette
the gravedigger,
singing through clenched teeth,
was lost in the distance.
The night came,
the sun had set:
lost in the shadows,
I thought at one point:

God, which alone are the dead
!


In the long nights of cold winter, when the wood


does the wind rustle and hits the glass
the heavy downpour, the poor girl

sometimes I agree. There


rain falls with a are eternal: the battle there

north wind blow. The wet

wall lying in the gap, perhaps cold

freeze your bones! ...

"dust to dust again?
"Fly the soul to heaven?
Is everything, without spirit,
rot and mud?
not know, but there is something I can not explain
,

repugnant though it

force to leave so sad, so alone
the dead!







LXXII

I saw a semi-floating before my eyes
the image of your eyes was, as the dark spot
fringed with fire
floating and blind if you look at the sun .

Wherever
staring around to see her eyes flaming;
but you do not find you, it's your look,
eyes, yours, nothing more.

In my room I look at the angle look fantastic detached
:
when I sleep I feel them hovering
wide open on me.

I know there are wisps in the night
take the hiker to die:
I feel drawn to your eyes, but where I drag
do not know.







LXXIII spent


overwhelming in its beauty and let him pass, even at her
I turned around, and yet,
whispered something in my ear: "this is."

Who brought the evening to the morning?
I do not know, just know that in a short
summer night
joined the twilight, and ... "was."







LXXIV


In the great nave of the Byzantine church, the Gothic tomb
saw in the uncertain light
trembled in the painted glass.
hands on his chest, and hands
a book,
a beautiful woman resting on the urn
chisel prodigy. The body left


sunk to fresh weight, as if the soft
feather and satin
folded out the bed of granite. In the last smile

the divine radiance,
kept his face, as the sky keeps dying sun
the runaway beam.


stone head sitting on the edge,
two angels, finger on lip,
imposed silence in the room.
We seemed dead;

the massive arches seemed to be sleeping in the shadows and in dreams
saw paradise.

ship I went to the angle
gloomy
with the quiet step we
next to the crib where a child sleeps. I looked

moment and that warm glow, that bed
offered
stone wall next to another empty place in my soul

fueled a thirst for the infinite,
the desire of that life and death, for which a
moment are the centuries ...


Tired of fighting that fight alive,
ever remember with envy
of that dark corner and hide.
In that mute and pale woman
remember and say,
Oh, what love so quiet that of death!
What dream of the grave as quiet!








do LXXV
what you tell me? I know, is changeable,
is arrogant and vain and capricious
before the sense of his soul will spring water
the barren rock.

I know in your heart, a nest of snakes, there is a fiber
that the love reply;
is an inanimate statue ... but ...
is so beautiful!







LXXVI

not sleep, wandering in limbo
in shape-shifting objects,

mysterious spaces between waking from sleep.

The ideas that were circling round
quiet around my brain,
gradually moved her dance with a compass
slower.

of the light that enters the soul through the eye lids
watched the reflection, but another light
the world of visions
lit inside.

Here
echoed in my ears like a rumor that the temple
vague confused at the end of the Faithful
with your prayers Amen.

And I heard a thin, sad voice
me by my name called in the distance,
and felt the smell of extinguished candles,
moisture and incense.

entered the night and oblivion in the arms
fell like a stone in its deep bosom slept and woke
exclaimed "I wanted
Someone has died!"







LXXVII
demure
I was injured in the shadows,
sealed with a kiss his betrayal.
arms around his neck and threw me in the back
partióme in cold blood the heart.

And she continues on his way rejoicing,
happy, cheerful, fearless, and why?
Because no blood flows from the wound ...
Because the dead stands.







LXXVIII

I admired your forgetfulness! Although a
days I admired your love more,
because what is in me that's worth something,
that ... nor did you suspect.









LXXIX

Because they are, girl, your eyes like the sea green
you complain, have them
naiads green, the green
was Minerva,
and green are the pupils HURISA
of the Prophet.

Green is
gala and ornament of the forest in spring. Its seven colors

Iris shows it brilliantly.
Emeralds are green, the color green
waiting
and Ocean Waves
and the laurel of poets.

your cheek is pink
early frost covered,
that the crimson petal looks to
through the pearls.
Yet
know that you complain, because your eyes

think the ugly:
not believe it.

That seem her pupils,
wet, green and restless early

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which in summer invites
to quench their thirst with it.

Yet
know that you complain because your eyes

think the ugly:
not believe it.
They seem, if your eyes sparkle
angry,
ocean waves breaking on the Cantabrian
rocks.

Your brow is crowned by the golden curly
wide braid,
snowy summit that his last day
reflected light.
Yet

know that you complain because your eyes
think the ugly:
not believe it.

That, among the blond eyelashes,
with temples, resembling
emerald and gold brooches
holding a white ermine.
Because they are, girl, your eyes like the sea green
you complain;
maybe if black or blue
become what you felt.







LXXX

Air kissing, weeping heart, Eagle
pain and passion, cross
resigned ...
forgiving soul that I am. Snake

love, laughter traitor,
executioner of dreams and light, fragrant
dagger, bitter kiss ...
that's you.







LXXXI


Supporting my head warm in the cold windowpane,
in the silence of the night sky from your balcony
my eyes away.
Amid the mysterious shadow
his window looked lit
letting my view
penetrate the sanctuary of your stay pure.
pale as marble countenance;
unbraided yellow hair, stroking her silky
waves
alabaster shoulders and throat
my eyes saw, and my eyes
to see her so beautiful, is troubled.
saw himself in the mirror, smiled sweetly to his beautiful
languid image, and his silent flattery
the mirror
paid a sweet kiss ...
But the light went out, the pure vision
desvanecióse as a shadow vain,
and fell asleep, giving me
jealousy glass caressing her mouth.







LXXXII
Errante
the world was screaming:
"where's the glory?" And a mysterious voice
contestóme:
"Beyond ... beyond ..."

chased after her in the way
I checked the voice;
Hallel at last, but at that moment the smoke
truncated.

But the smoke, forming dense veil, began to climb

and entering the blue area to the sky
went.







VXXXIII

dawn is
shadow of your smile,
and a ray of your eyes
daylight;

but your soul is the winter night, black and frost
.






LXXXIV

life is a dream, but a fevered dream
lasting one point
when he wakes up,
see that all is vanity and smoke ... Hopefully

a dream
very long and very deep;
a dream that will last till death!
I dream of my love and yours.







LXXXV
piano
These complaints
detached intervals, Sirens
evoking dormant
your white hand
not spread into the air in vain
the melancholy are, because of the hidden

mansion where my passion lies,

responds to each note an echo of the heart.







LXXXVI

Flores Tronche, withered leaves wind-blown
;
in the spaces, repeated
sad moans echo.

In the mists of the past,
in the regions of thought
sad moans, faded finery
are my memories.







LXXXVII Far

and among the trees of the intricate jungle

do not see something that shines
and cry? Is a star.

already sees nearest
as through a veil,
a hermitage on the porch
shine. It is a light.

From sprinting
the term is here.
Disappointment. There is a lamp or light
star we have followed: a candle.







LXXXVIII

ship sailing the seas,
and pushing the storm, and that caresses
foam
of men is life
its port, eternity.







LXXXIX

Black ghosts, dark clouds
,

flee before the flash of divine light. That
holy light, dark-eyed girl
,
is hope.

the heat of its rays

my faith giant fight against
without amenguarse disdain.

In this endeavor is, if large martyrdom,
greater the prize.

And even if samples
elusive soul of snow,
if it did not love me, I
I love: my love is rock

where evil crash
timid waves.







XC

Can not you felt at night, when Queen's shadow

a muffled voice that sings
immense sadness and crying?

"Were not you on your virgin ears of the silent and tragic

notes that my dead fingers plucked the lyre
broken?

a tear Do not feel my
slip in your mouth, and felt my hand
snow
closer to yours in pink?

Did not you see in dreams wander through the air
a shadow
or felt your lips a kiss mysterious
that erupted in the bedroom?

But I swear to you, my life,
I saw you in my arms, fearful;
I felt your breath of jasmine and tuberose
and your mouth close to my mouth.







XCI


To find your face looking at the sky
is not well
your image is in the ground if there
wine
he sought his home,
is not madness.







XCII

For you to read with your eyes gray,
for your clear voice singing,
to be filled with emotion your chest
I did my lines. To find

on your chest and give him asylum
youth, life, warmth,
three things that I can not give,
I did my lines.

To make you enjoy with my joy, your
to suffer with my pain, throbbing
to feel my life, I did my verse I
.







XCIII

Patriarchs
ye the seed of the tree of faith in remote centuries, the winner
death divine
beg him for us!

inspired prophets to rend the veil of the future
mysterious
who took the light from the darkness
beg him for us!

Simple souls, Holy Innocents aumentáis
that the choir of angels, which he called
children at his side,
beg him for us!

Apostles whom ye in the world of the Church
strong foundation, which is
truth
depositary beg him for us!

Martyrs
you won your palms in the arena, in blood red,
that gave you strength in suffering
beg him for us! Virgin


lilies like the snow and summer wore gold
which is the source of life and beauty
beg him for us! Monks

life in combat you asked
peace to the quiet cloister, which is iris
of calm in the storm,
beg him for us!

Doctors, whose feathers left us
of virtue and wisdom, rich treasure
the flow of science is inexhaustible,
beg him for us!

army soldiers of Christ! Saints and Holy
everyone!
beg him to forgive our sins
one who lives and reigns with you!







XCIV

may cloud the sun forever,
may be dried in an instant the sea,
may break the shaft
as a weak ground glass.

all happen!
death may cover it with your funeral crepe, but never on me
may
off the flame of your love.







XCV

I were moon, who was
breeze
who was sun!

Who was the twilight hour, the moment
who
in your prayers!


who were part of the prayer that lonely

God send! Who would


moon who was breeze, who
outside sun! ...




XCVI


If you copy your forehead from the nearby river and the sheer power
love watching your face on,
me, that I hide
deep water and
, mad love, love invites thee;
me, that in your chest sought dwelling
shipping to your eyes my burning eyes, my white

divine ... and the fire that you feel the face lights up.

If in the middle of the valley in late it is converted
your love animated hesitate
your plant, fold your size ...
me, beloved master,
that, unseen ties
of yearning love, you close in my arms ;
me who
florida carpet weaving that makes your body the life force;
me, that I follow on the wind
dreaming of you.

being in your bed If you hear anything
celestial harmony that filled with joys
your candid breast
me, my life ...
me, I lift to heaven
my fervent tranquil song;
me, that the air crossing by an unknown
light, movable path
calm anxious, hungry
love, enters your soul.







XCVII

Solitaire, sad and silent
there was found that cemetery;
its inhabitants do not cry ...
How happy are the dead!






XCVIII

Your breath is the breath of flowers, your voice is
swans harmony;
is your day look
splendor and color of pink is your color . You

lend new life and hope
a heart for love and death, you grow
of my life in the desert
as it grows in a desert flower.







XCIX

I welcomed me, as a lost sailor,
a woman asking for love
tired and it was his love to my senses, my heart
ice.

And I was, my life on the run,
a populated world of hope yesterday,
as a passer is in the wilderness
Alone with God!







C

I am the lightning, the gentle breeze, hot tear
, fresh smile,
peregrina flower, branch cut short;
I who vibrates, steely arrow.

there in my heart like a thousand flowers
soft perfume vapors,
and fascinating fragrance,
disturbs the soul of the worshiper.

everywhere I lavish my spice
and mitigated the most horrible pain,
and pleasant, sweet, sweet delusion, the hardest change
martyrdom.

Ah! I chained hearts, flowers
are more links.
sailed the seas, the wind going


away the sorrows of thought.
I in joy or sorrow, the death

deal with face serene.

terrible power that springs my cravings
smiles or anger arises;
power that burns a soul if angry vibro
cold steely arrow. I


the sweet smiles of the beautiful;

colorless cheeks of snow and roses

moisten their lips and eyes,
I promise these
not imagined. I do kind

rest
pleasing, flattering, or stray from

loved the sweet dream, everything in my power

honors;
all my crown
give allegiance.
I love king of the world,

tirana girl love me, and you will be tomorrow
Queen.