In anticipation of the poems, stories and love letters that begin to receive in a few days in the traditional contest for Valentine's Day, we here some love poems that have selected our partner Cotorruelo Pilar, Professor, Department of Mathematics, one of Vicente Aleixandre and one of Pablo Neruda.
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| The Kiss. GUSTAV KLIMT |
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Fortunate body flows between my hands,
beloved face which I contemplate the world, where graceful birds
copied fugitives
flying to the region where nothing is forgotten.
beloved face which I contemplate the world, where graceful birds
copied fugitives
flying to the region where nothing is forgotten.
Your extensively, diamond or ruby \u200b\u200bhard
brightness of a sun that shines in my hands,
crater calling me with their music intimate, impenetrable
to call your teeth.
brightness of a sun that shines in my hands,
crater calling me with their music intimate, impenetrable
to call your teeth.
die because I throw myself because I want to die,
because I live in the fire, because the air outside
is not mine, but the hot breath
that if I approach my lips burn and brown from a background .
because I live in the fire, because the air outside
is not mine, but the hot breath
that if I approach my lips burn and brown from a background .
Let, let me gaze, dyed red to
love your purple face for life,
lets look at the deep tumult of thy bowels
where I will die and give up living forever.
love your purple face for life,
lets look at the deep tumult of thy bowels
where I will die and give up living forever.
I love or death, I want to die completely,
want to be you, your blood, the lava roaring
that enclosed watering
beautiful extremities feel like the beautiful life limits.
want to be you, your blood, the lava roaring
that enclosed watering
beautiful extremities feel like the beautiful life limits.
This kiss on your lips like a slow spine
flew like a sea that made a mirror like shine
of a wing is still
hands, a review of your hair crunchy, crackling
avenging light,
light or sword on my neck deadly threat,
but never able to destroy the unity of this world.
flew like a sea that made a mirror like shine
of a wing is still
hands, a review of your hair crunchy, crackling
avenging light,
light or sword on my neck deadly threat,
but never able to destroy the unity of this world.
Vicente Aleixandre (1898-1984)
not be far from me one day, because,
because I do not know to tell you, day is long,
and I'll be waiting in railway stations somewhere
when trains were asleep.
not go for an hour because then at that hour
meet
drops of anguish and perhaps all the smoke that roams looking for a home
come to me, choking my lost heart. Oh
because I do not know to tell you, day is long,
and I'll be waiting in railway stations somewhere
when trains were asleep.
not go for an hour because then at that hour
meet
drops of anguish and perhaps all the smoke that roams looking for a home
come to me, choking my lost heart. Oh
not your silhouette in the sand, do not fly to and
your eyelids in the absence:
not leave me for a second, my dearest,
your eyelids in the absence:
not leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you're gone
far that all the land I will cross
wondering if you'll die Will you leave me.
far that all the land I will cross
wondering if you'll die Will you leave me.
Pablo Neruda (1904-1973)
Over the next few days we will publish some more and if there is one that you like especially would like to share with us, do not hesitate and send.
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