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claribeth contreras quiroz
lunes, 30 de julio de 2012
POEMA
YO VOY SOÑANDO CAMINOS
Yo voy soñando caminos
De la tarde ¡las colinas!
Doradas los verdes pinos
Las polvorientas encinas
¿A dónde el camino ira?
Yo voy cantando viajero
A lo largo del sendero
la tarde cayendo esta
y todo el mundo un momento
se queda mudo y sombrio
meditando. Suena el viento
en los álamos del rio
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ResponderEliminarIf you deny me one night the strange fire that contain your kisses
If as a blow to lose their way the words of love with which you get to the edge of my body ...
If as a wandering bird had finally a destination, you distance yourself from me and you become persistent dream ...
If you cease to pronounce every syllable of my name with your inner voice ...
If each step you stopped being the premonition of a caress ...
If your hands do not penetrate the amber of my sex, but the deep, double mirror that reflects the farewell ...
If you did not return to get away again after returning ...
If the cache of your silence I find it, hidden light in which your essence flows to be ...
If your hands do not melt my solitude and open your memories ...
If not keep me in your arms and unleashes your youth back ...
If you go to the countryside where there is a bye in the gesture but in the eyes ...
Still, the smell of love alive we would make merodearme runs.
Still, the undeniable force that one day we bring you gave me yesterday as it can not dodge.
In the form of sleep that was held in a tiny kiss and eternal.
In the form of indelible past.
In any of the precise forms love takes when he refuses to be only memories.
Jose Enrrique Gomez Villareal 9°-03 Instituto Colombia
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