Those foolish jealousy that the soul calcines
That we carry inside and that burns us
Where the mind flies or imagines
A picture of infidel love scheme.
Infamous jealousy creator of irony
They cause drops of pain to sprout
Slow dying form of agony
Pale morning that loses color.
Jealousy of a beautiful lady
What is a man or a lady
Sometimes he keeps them, sometimes he complains
Sorrows of the soul thus explores them.
Jealousy sprouts and germinates there
They make suffer and hurt the chest
She enjoys smiling lying on the bed
The heat is lost, so it ends.
You never know if you really love each other
When in the life is lost the modesty
He exits, dies, gets lost in bed
The idyll extinguishes and love dies.
- This is not a original content , just a translated version of one of my favorite poem in Spanish, it still sounds the same in English Language Too.
Language is no barrier to the words of Poetry
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