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On 3/20/2022 at 3:42 PM, Marcus Nalgaber said:

Spanish Poetry - A beautiful voice of woman accompanied by Spanish classic guitars

 

 

Regards,

Mora and Marcus

For me, poetry plays an important role in my life. I love reading prose, it inspires me and makes me write my own texts, but poetry is something for the soul. At https://artscolumbia.org/free-essays/poetry/ I read some research on poetry, especially Spanish and French, and its role in the development of world literature.

It's just incredible! Thanks for sharing this.

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Hi @Vernon Fargo   @TalonBaker

Thank you so much here I post the English translation.

 

The Rain

The rain fell slowly
almost as it not wanting to
gently calming the thirst
that the heat left behind.

She entered through the open window
sifting with her timidness
the penumbra now already cool.

The houses and  things were still,
letting themselves be touched by her presence
and the drowsy time, looked at her like a child.

The blue and gray blended together,
water and air that played in the sky
now hidden in kept silence,   
and the rain fell slowly
stretching out her arm to gently touch 
the branches and  vineyards.

No one spoke, only she sang
and more than sing she hummed a slow tune
that moved in harmony with the feeling.

What fragrance her face gave off, 
shiny and pale,
fresh like a young rose
that parfumes the sitting room in a copper vase.

The forgotten sun finally peeked its light, 
though dim, through the soft layer of wet cotton,
and the rain upon seeing it, gathered her hair
and let herself kiss the nape, 
warm and alive, like an expectant woman.

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Llueve - It rains

 

 

It rains

It rains in the night of my soul
while the hours walk
lost in the distance

It rains
It rains in my eyes and on my face
a water of salt and almonds
that turns me into nostalgia.

and under that rain,
the shadows
they are no longer shadows,
but wells filled
with the echoes of my childhood.

It's raining.
It rains in the light of my life,
over the tree of my dreams,
and in the kisses that I gave.

it rains life,
it rains tears,
it rains seas of words
that are nothing in today


©Mora Amaro La Loba

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Acércate - Come closer

 

 

come closer
and let me look at you
peek with me into the warmth of our eyes
and let me find
one more time,
the light that shines in them,
sun of the soul that gives me life by touching me .

Bring your breath to mine
and, without kissing,
let me wish it
imagine it,
moment that becomes eternal...

Thirsty for you
from your mouth,
fire that springs from fire.

come closer,
and let me see in your face,
all your faces from yesterday, and tomorrow,
make my gesture a mirror,
and hug me in silence,
slowly,
that the feeling becomes complete,
image that will remain in time,

Love that I have for your love.


©Mora Amaro La Loba
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La visita - The visit

 

 

Suddenly a smell of fruit captured my nose
and the mystery of its  presence
made me peek at the moment
to rummage in it.

That visit...

hat grabbed my hand
to take me to a forest of orange trees
to search through the leaves
that "I" that stayed there
surrounded by air
that looks like water,

rocking
blurring

numbing nostalgia
the beauty
yesterday


©Mora Amaro La Loba
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Cosas - Things

 

 

I would like to invent words
so to can talk about those things
that have no name today 

Things I mix with
and as a thing
I disappear engulfed between so much time

things that smell like bodies
and everything that has  happened
in its particular moment

things, things,
What a vague word to define so much invent!

I would like so many invented things
that I invent myself
despite being nothing
among so many living things
and so many things happened

things, things,

What a vague word to define so much invention!

©Mora Amaro La Loba
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La lágrima - The Teardrop

 

 

The teardrop, 
trembling irresolutely, 
finally fell, furtive and timid,
sweeping away with it 
the many others that were waiting,
heaped together 
and confused,

and the weeping turned into a sea,
sea that flooded the soul 
with pain and tense calmness,
salty and bitter sadness 
that escapes and that sometimes
does not even have any hope.

©Mora Amaro La Loba

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Besos - Kisses

 

 

Life goes on
with her parade
of true 
but amazing things

Life goes on
with her parade
of true 
but amazing things

and meanwhile
prisoner of that time
that everything drags and engulfs
I love you I love you I love you I love you

Love
that takes away the weight of the print of the years
and makes me look in the mirror
to search in my mouth
the trace of your kisses

Kisses
full of so much
that I get lost when remembering them
Kisses
full of so much 
that I get lost remembering them

your kisses your kisses

©Mora Amaro La Loba

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