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Bécquer,Gustavo Adolfo





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.



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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?


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XLI

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

evil for me to collect.


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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.



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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.


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XLIV

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


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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?



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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!



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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!

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XLVIII

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


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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;



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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!


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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!


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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.


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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!


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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!


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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?



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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?


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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.


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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?


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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!


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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!


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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!



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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.



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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.


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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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