The Portrait of my Artist
The portrait of my beloved artist is one
where we are together without a cause
as she smiles in happiness, all aroused
my soul rejoices seeking her soft hands.
Love is lunatic ignoring all constrictions
only freedom highlights her thin traces
rendering brilliance to the loved pictures.
Love is solar warming the slim chances
that would give her and myself some calm
that would give her and myself some calm
to attain the complete happiness of senses.
Stones on the road make my trip tense
as I walk through unfamiliar fields
as I walk through unfamiliar fields
hyperbole of tints lies on the canvas tilts
where nature's nuances depict her friends.
where nature's nuances depict her friends.
Une Petite Nuit d'Amour
Une
toute petite nuit d'amour
elle est
si petite que ton corps
petite
et belle est-elle la soirée noircie
sous
l'ombre d'un lit blanc
où les
deux corps encore se baisent
et la passion flamboyant épanouit
et la passion flamboyant épanouit
et la
Tour Eiffel prochaine nous sourit
quand
elle éclipse sa dernière lumière.
Un verso breve existe y
recuerda
una tarde en que entonamos
juntos
una vieja canción con acento
reciente
y gritamos de emoción el
sentimiento
que más bien se oyó como
un lamento
pues solía haber entre
tú y yo el romance
que hoy en día se esfumó
en silencio
afligido, y descansando
por lo tarde.
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