Hola amigos de #hive, en esta mi primera oportunidad en esta bella comunidad de #thetalentclub y atendiendo el llamado para este Mayo de flores, me inspiré en este intento de poesia.

Espero les guste.

Flores y Rosas

Que te llamas flor, me dices,
Que me deleito con tus colores todos
Que me inspiras a diario con tu fragancia a rosas
Hermosa compañera, gracias.

Pero pido perdón por hoy
Hoy no se trata de ti, ni de mi
Sino de otra, de cientos, de miles
me pidieron que hablara de otras rosas.

Rosas de aquel jardín, de mi vereda
Que mil veces corte para alcanzarte
Y que luego aprendí a mirar de lejos
Hasta llevarte a ti mi compañera
Para no hacer mas daño a los rosales
Que el vecino cultiva
Que se esfuerza en cuidar
Para su propia flor según me cuentan.

Pero es inevitable, hablar de flores
Sin hacer alusión a tu belleza
A tu hermoso cabello
Que salta cual enredadera en mi memoria,
Que florece en tu cuerpo
Que da luz a tus pétalos hermosos
Que rodean tu rostro
Y confunden al mismo colibrí.

Que apurado se pierde
Que se acerca a tu rostro
y aunque dándose cuenta de su error
Se deleita contigo, igual yo
Que te sigo escribiendo aunque no deba
Que me pierdo en tu imagen
Tus Pistilos, tu polen, tu fragancia
Que se roba este verso.

Que aunque no es para ti, te pertenece.

Gracias por visitar mi blog.

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English

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Fuente

Hello friends of #hive, in this my first opportunity in this beautiful community of #thetalentclub and responding to the call of this May of the flowers, I was inspired by this attempt at poetry, and knowing that the translation affects the poem, I made some adaptations to English.

I hope you like it.

Flowers and Roses

That your name is flor, you tell me,
That I delight in your colors all
That you inspire me daily with your rose fragrance
Beautiful companion, thanks.

But I apologize for today
But today is not about you, nor about me
But of another, of hundreds, of thousands
they asked me to talk about other roses.

Roses from that garden, from my sidewalk
That a thousand times I cut to reach you
And then I learned to look from afar
To take to you my partner
So as not to do more damage to the rose bushes
That the neighbor cultivates
That he strives to care
For his own flor, they tell me.

But it is inevitable, to talk about flowers
Without hinting at your beauty
To your beautiful hair
That jumps like a vine in my memory,
That blooms in your body
That gives light to your beautiful petals
That surround on your face
And they confuse the same hummingbird.

How in a hurry they lose
That comes close to your face
and although realizing his mistake
He delights with you, so do I
That I keep writing to you even though I shouldn't
That I get lost in your image
Your pistils, your pollen, your fragrance
That this verse is stolen.

That although it is not for you, it belongs to you.

Thank you for visiting my blog.

The Talent Club Poetry Contest: Entre Flores y Rosas/ Poema/ by @gilliatt

Flores y Rosas

Gracias por visitar mi blog.

English

Flowers and Roses

Thank you for visiting my blog.