Unpredictable and cruel destiny which every living man finds in his own consummation;
The path of life ... fortunate misfortune which is ceded as a blessing in the banishment
Granted with painful seconds ... The death, in the twilight of the chronicle.
Tell me, my affectionate heart, passionate about the extraordinary
What do you want for the road, dismal storm plagued with gloomy moments
Begotten to the likeness of the tortuous tartar, so resounding and wearying?
I don´t consider condemning you, submitting to foreign wills as substitute
Or is this, about the reality, the most crude and insipid conception?
Tell me if it corresponds to the self; Refute what the soul belongs to
Guide me Heart!, yourself feel and decide who will accompany us on the path
We should not despise love as the healing power of these delusions
I perceive myself lacking in motivation and yearnings, a muse can be my salvation;
That by nothing be venal, to win her heart with my affection, trust, sincerity,
Friendship, honesty, respect, my time, feelings, hope, art, my humour;
To make of the caresses of her fragile hands, my favorite pastime,
And from the reminiscence of her face, my greatest inspiration,
To roam to my liking her magnificent forms, and lose my mind
In the memory of her lips
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Unfortunate about that passenger
Who was shut out to grasp a vague essence of your being
For even the magna nature pales
Compared only with your dazzling black eyes
That transport me to a paradise, of light and hope fill my being
And that, for you, more than one flower deploys with regret
Her sweet perfume as a secret in the deep solitudes.
- J. Alberto Azamar M.
Well, here is what I promised, hope you enjoy my poem wich
I dedicate (time ago) to a prettier girl
si te gusta alguien, no dudes en hacerle saber. Regards and have a nice day.
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