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New Collection of Latin American Poetry Seven Samurai 七人の侍

of Women, "Gilda Live", released by the publisher itself Cartonera Uruguayan .



A unmissable!

Funny Things Say About Being 18

In morden Cando

  Spiritual Canticle  
 
  Canciones soul between him and he husband  
 
 
  Wife:  
 
 ¿nowhere to hide, 
 loved and groan with me dejaste? As he Huista 
 deer, 
 habiéndome Herido; 
 Sali after you, crying, and ages gone. 5 
 
 pastors who 
 Fuerda there, for the sheep, the hill, 
 vierd 
 if by chance the one I most want, tell him 
 tainted, Penile and die. 10 
 
 Looking my love, 
 go by these mountains and shores; 
 not pluck the flowers, I will fear no wild beasts 
, 
 and pass the forts and frontiers. 15 
 
 ( Ask Creatures ) 
 
 O woods and thickets, 
 planted by the hand of the beloved! Oh 
 field of vegetables, flowers 
 enamel 
 say if you happened! 20 
 
 ( Response Creatures ) 
 
 Thanks shedding, 
 passed these groves in haste, and yéndolos 
 looking, with only her figure 
 
 the left of beautiful dresses. 25 
 
  Wife:  
 
 Oh, who can heal me! 
 just deliver already vero; 
 
 not want today to send more and messenger 
 not tell me what I want. 30 
 
 And all songs wander, 
 you referring me van a thousand thanks. 
 And all over me sore, and me dying 
 
 I know not what they are babbling. 35 
 
 But how you persevere, 
 O life, not living where you live, 
 and doing, because you die, you get arrows 
, 
 of what the beloved in you conceive? 40 
 
 Why, because you 
 aquesta wounded heart, not healed? 
 And since you've won me, 
 why you left and, 
 and theft do not take you stole? 45 
 
 off my anger, because none 
 deshacellos-sufficient, and véante 
 my eyes, because you 
 light of them, and only for you 
 I tenella. Oh 
 50 
 clear stream, 
 if thine faces silvery forms 
 
 eyes suddenly desired that 
 I have in my bowels drawn! 55 
 
 them apart, dear, I'm flying 
! 
 
  Husband:  
 
 Return, dove, deer 
 that infringed on the knoll overlooking 
, 
 air of your flight, and fresh takes. 60 
 
  Wife:  
 
 My beloved, the mountains, valleys lone 
 nemorosa, 
 the strange islands, rivers resounding 
, 
 the hiss of the air, loving, 65 
 
 quiet night, in par 
 the lift of the morning, 
 silent music, sound 
 loneliness, 
 the supper that refreshes and love, 70 
 
 our bed of flowers, cave lions 
 bound, lying 
 purple, peace 
 built, 
 a thousand gold crowns crowned! 75 
 
 A behind your mark, 
 girls along to the road; 
 the touch of a spark, 
 the spiced wine, divine balm 
 emissions. 80 
 
 
 In the inner cellar of my beloved drank, and he left, 
 throughout aquesta vega, did not know a thing 
 
 and livestock was lost before. 85 
 
 there gave me his chest, where I taught science 
 very tasty, 
 and I gave myself 
 fact, while thing 
 there promised to be his wife. 90 
 
 My soul has been used, 
 and all my possessions in their service; 
 no longer keep livestock, and I have 
 or another profession, 
 already love is my only exercise. 95 
 
 Well, if the ejido 
 from now on is not seen or found, 
 will say that I missed; 
 to walk in love, I perdidiza 
 me, and I won. 100 
 
 Of flowers and emeralds, 
 chosen in the cool morning, we 
 
 garlands in your love bloom, 
 and my hair woven: 105 
 
 in just that hair in my neck 
 fly considerable; 
 mirástele in my neck, and it 
 prisoner is, 
 and one of my eyes you wounded. 110 
 
 When you look at me, your grace 
 your eyes imprinted in me, so 
 Me Adam, and it deserved 
 
 mine that you worship what Vian. 115 
 
 not want to despise, color brown 
 if you found me, as well 
 you look at me, after I looked 
, 
 grace and beauty that you left me. 120 
 
 Cogednos the foxes, who are already blooming 
 our vineyard, as 
 
 rose to make a pineapple, 
 and no one appear on the mountain. 125 
 
 Stop, gale dead 
 see, Austrian, you remember the loves, hopes 
 through my garden, and run 
 smells, the beloved 
 and graze among the flowers. 130 
 
  Husband: Entered  
 
 wife is in the pleasant garden 
 desired taste 
 and rests, reclining neck 
 
 envelopes the gentle arms of love. 135 
 
 Under the apple tree, you were there with me 
 bride, 
 there I gave the hand, and were redeemed 
 
 where your mother was raped. 140 
 
 Or you, light birds, 
 lions, deer, jumping deer, 
 mountains, valleys, streams, 
 water, air, burning 
 and fears of the night watchmen, 145 
 
 by the soft lyres and singing 
 serene 
 adjure 
 cease your anger and do not touch the wall, because the wife 
 safer sleep. 150 
 
  Wife: Oh  
 
 nymphs of Judea, 
 while on flowers and roses 
 its perfume amber, 
 lives in the suburbs, 
 and do not wish to play our doorsteps. 155 
 
 Hide, darling, and looks 
 your beam to the mountains, and do not want to tell him that 
; 
 
 most carriers are looking for which is on strange islands. 160 
 
  Husband:  
 
 
 The white dove to the ark with the field has become, and the turtledove 
 and 
 the desired socio 
 on the green banks has found. 165 
 
 lived in solitude, and solitude I 
 her nest, and alone 
 
 alone guide his beloved, 
 solitude also wounded love. 170 
 
  Wife:  
 
 Let us rejoice, dear, 
 and away to see your beauty 
 the mountain or hill 
 do the pure water flows; 
 enter deeper into the thicket. 175 
 
 And then increases 
 stone caves we will, 
 which are well hidden, and there we enter 
, 
 and the must of pomegranates. There 
 
 180 
 show me what my soul wanted, then I'd give 
 
 there you, my life, 
 what gave me the other day: 185 
 
 sucking air 
 singing the sweet nightingale, 
 the grove and its charm, in the calm night 
 
 flame consuming and painless and 190 
 
 that no one looked, there seemed Aminadab 
, and the fence 
 calmed, and the cavalry 
 
 to view the waters down. 195 
 
 

San Juan de la Cruz "Spiritual Canticle"

Liquid Chlorophyll When Pregnant

lonely broken love teaching Melancholy Tremenda

"It's the same field of memory. Also at the edges are blurred memory, and remembered life can be overprinted to sharpen the life lived. Life can deform remembered to take the height of the nightmare, languishing under the mask of melancholy. So the fight must be fierce. "

Moira Irigoyen That summer