12 ... POEM FOR MY HEART STOP YOUR CHEST ...

For my heart just your chest,

enough for your freedom my wings.

From my mouth will come to heaven

I was sleeping above your soul.

It is you the illusion of each day.

You're like dew to the corolla.

You undermine the horizon with your absence.

Eternally on the run like a wave.

I have said that you sang in the wind

like the pines and like the masts.

Like them you are tall and taciturn.

And you suddenly get sad like a journey.

Welcoming as an old road.

You're full of echoes and nostalgic voices.

I woke up and sometimes migrate and flee

birds sleeping in your soul.

Author of the poem: Pablo Neruda

HANDS

Ay your hands full of roses! They are purer

your hands roses. And among white sheets

arise as well as pieces of stars,

it dawns butterfly wings, which silks candid.

Can you dropped from the moon? ¿toyed

a heavenly spring? Are they souls?

... They bum lilies otherworldly splendor;

dazzle what they dream, what they sing cool.

My forehead serene, like a sky late,

when you, like your hands, between the clouds litter;

if the kiss, purple grilled my mouth

pales its whiteness stone water.

Your hands in his sleep! Cross, doves

white fire, my bad nightmares,

and Aurora, me open, such as light from you,

the soft light of the East Silver.

Author of the poem: Juan Ramon Jimenez

I SAY GOODBYE, LOVE

I say goodbye, love, and I'm not sad.

Thank you, my love, so now you have given me,

one slow and prolonged kiss

pain that was truncated when you left.

Knew not understand, did not understand

it was a final, desperate love,

and tried to tear on your side

Hard heart when you hurt me.

I cried so much that day I do not want

think the same suffering I hope

every time in your life reappears

that love that you deny lights.

Your light is it when my light decreases,

you just love when my love declines.

Author of the poem: Rafael Alberti

POEM 15 ... I like you calm ...

I like you calm because you are absent,

and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.

It seems that your eyes had flown

and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul

you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.

Butterfly dream, you look like my soul,

and you look like the word melancholy.

I like you calm and you seem far away.

And you are a moaning, a butterfly cooing.

And you hear me from far away and my voice does not reach:

Let me come with your silence.

Let me talk to you with your silence

clear as a lamp, simple as a ring.

You are like the night stillness and constellations.

Your silence is from the stars, so far and simple.

I like you calm because you are absent.

Distant and painful as if you had died.

One word then, one smile, is enough.

And I am happy, happy that it is not true

Author of the poem: Pablo Neruda

To think is to have you

How can you let me think!

I think you do not do it alone,.

Think of you is have you,

as the naked body before kissing,

all before me delivered.

I feel how you see my memory,

how you give up thinking burning,

your great consent in the distance,

and more than consent, rather than surrender,

you help me, you come after me and you teach

you memories foreshortened make me sign

with delight, live, past,

inviting me.

You tell me from there

to do what I want

-unirnos- to pensarte,

and we walked through the kiss you open me,

and we think of you, both, myself.

Author of the poem: Pedro Salinas

Tactics and strategy

My tactic is

look at you

learn how sos

love you as you are

My tactic is

talk

and hear

build words

an indestructible bridge

My tactic is

stay in your memory

I do not know how

not know

on what pretext

but stay in you

My tactic is

be frank

and know that you're free

and we do not sell

drills

so that between the two

there is no curtain

or depths

my strategy is

instead

deeper and more

simple

my strategy is

that one day

I do not know how

not know

on what pretext

at last

you need me.

Author of the poem: Mario Benedetti

MY LOVE LASTS

Over the years I believed forget.

New roads are long and lonely fancied.

Security was on a path of no return,

and delete calendar dates.

But finally he comes over me.

My breath fades.

My heart still.

And my breath drowns and disappears.

What's happening to me? I thought forget ...

And in my futile effort to get away,

failure to keep in oblivion,

smothered flame,

your forbidden love.

Author of the poem: George Pellicer