Marcus Nalgaber Posted March 20 Report Share Posted March 20 Spanish Poetry - A beautiful voice of woman accompanied by Spanish classic guitars Regards, Mora and Marcus Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TalonBaker Posted June 15 Report Share Posted June 15 Incredibly beautiful! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marcus Nalgaber Posted June 16 Author Report Share Posted June 16 23 hours ago, TalonBaker said: Incredibly beautiful! Thanks a Lot!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vernon Fargo Posted June 22 Report Share Posted June 22 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. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marcus Nalgaber Posted Thursday at 10:36 AM Author Report Share Posted Thursday at 10:36 AM 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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