Transcendence…
En los días de transcendencia…
La incertidumbre de mi amor es palpable, extraño la mirada con aprecio… Los labios de ternura por donde los dulces sonoros de aprecio me acariciaban.. Resplandeciendo en mi la sonrisa contagiosa que te hacia preguntar, ¿Qué fue?
¿Dónde estas corazón?
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In the days of significance …
The uncertainty of my love is palpable, strange looks with appreciation … The lips of tenderness where the sweet sound of appreciation caressed me .. Shining in my contagious smile that made you ask, what was it?
Where are you, my love?
(Source: poeticattribute)
An ocean of feelings…
Voces…
“Si Dios algún día cegase toda fuente de luz… El Universo se alumbraría con esos ojos que tienes tú… Pero, si de agrios Enojos, por tal blasfemia, tus lindos ojos Dios te arrancase, para que el mundo con la alborada de tu pupila no se alumbrase…”
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“I think that I shall never see a Poem, quite lovely as a tree …“ - Joyce Kilmer
Grief, By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness, In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy dead in silence like to death— Most like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet: If it could weep, it could arise and go.
