Saturday, November 14, 2009

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Wallada the Umayyad

was born in Cordoba the year 994 and was the daughter of the Caliph al-Mustakfi . Its privileged position in the social gives exceptional, although the personality would prominent Wallada anyway. As only nine of his poems are preserved, of which five are satirical, has been surrounded by a certain reputation for daring and biting. Furthermore, some references a bit risque, in his verses, probably linked to reprisals from their enemies, motivated to go down in history as immoral and licentious, to contributing to the fact that never married, and he knew several lovers. In bibliographic references, although somewhat biased, they are on it, and the verses of her lover, the poet Ibn Zaydun, we perceive a sensitive and refined Wallada, bringing together writers and thinkers of the Cordoba Caliphate, with spirit that, several centuries later, was in the Parisian salons of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. As if it were a badge, which proclaimed their independence and sense of freedom, had these verses in his embroidered robes:

"I am made by God for the glory,

proud
and walk my own path.

my lover I can on my cheek and my

kisses
offer to whom you want. "


More about the work of Walla
Wallada had written in his clothing a legend proclaiming one hand, the inaccessibility of its owner, and the other just the opposite.
"I swear by God I am worthy of highness and nobility I aimed boasting very proud my head, And on the left: I allow my lover to touch my cheek made lists, and I accept the kisses of those who want to test mi belleza".
En estos versos podemos observar la rígida personalidad de la que hace gala la poetisa. Ella se sabe admirada y sabia y así lo hace constar en su hombro derecho. Muestra su orgullo por pertenecer a la alta sociedad de al-Andalus, donde goza de ciertos privilegios.
En cambio en su hombro izquierdo nos muestra ese libertinaje que le rodea constantemente. Expresa esa ansia de amor, ese erotismo y a la vez la libertad que adquiere la mujer en esta época.
Ya para terminar el trabajo se presentará a continuación la poesía que aún se conserva de Wallāda:
Visita
"Espera mi visita cuando apunta la oscuridad, pues opino que la noche es más encubridora de los secretos. Tengo algo contigo que if it coincided with the sun does not shine and if the moon, it would not and whether with stars, they walk no.

This is a very fine poem where the poet uses his more cultured language and refined. It is a love poem dedicated to his beloved, with exquisite sensitivity as only she can express.

Separation "After the separation, will there be means of joining? Oh! The lovers all their worries would be complaining. I spend hours together in the winter on the burning embers of desire and of course, if we are apart. How quickly my destiny has brought me what I feared! spend more nights and separation does not end, nor the patience me free from the shackles of the wistfully. irrigate land May God be your abode with rains and heavy! "


Like the previous poem, this is a love poem for Ibn loved Zaydun. It is a poem sensitive, almost shy compared to his other poems. A refined language involves the desire for love, his longing in the distance. It is a poem full of feelings, fears of separation but also with hope for a reunion.

Jupiter Love "If you had done justice to the love between us you had not loved and preferred my slave, nor'd left the beauty of the branch laden with fruit, or you had bent the branch estéril.Siendo so you know that I am the full moon in the sky, however, you're in love, to my misfortune, of Jupiter. "


This poem is quite hard if compared with previous ones. It is a poem full of jealousy, blame and who feels betrayed by her lover. She charges against the two, comparing his slave, who was black, with dark planet, Jupiter. She shows how light, purity, fertility of a tree laden with fruit in the middle of spring. From this betrayal begin to happen satires.

Hexagon "Your nickname is the hexagon, an epithet that will not depart from you even after you leave the life pederast, whore, adulterer, goat, horned and thief. "


This is one of the harshest satire directed Walla to Ibn Zaydun. It is also known for being the satire of the seven insults to Ibn Zaydun. It shows the poet sober and hard, forceful. Download all the anger that surrounds against the poet. Use a clear and concise language to express at that moment all the bitterness within. Use a language not very consistent with the femininity that governs, rather use a language more appropriate for men of his time for a woman, yet it is one of the most famous poems Walla. Ave
fast
"Ibn Zaydun Certainly, despite its prestige was struck by the bars of the pants; If you saw a penis on a palm tree, He would be the fastest bird"


Once again we see as in this satire Wallada blasts his former lover. Insults this time in a way, perhaps more subtle and softer than in previous satire. Poet while retaining a clear and sober not very ladylike of her time. It is this type of language used which gives perhaps this reputation of wanton and shameless woman, a woman ahead of her time. In love with his secretary

"Certainly Ibn Zaydun, despite its prestige, slander me unjustly, without having guilt alguna.Cada time he approached me, looked at me with anger, as if I came to castrate stop 'Alī.
This is again another satire refined and again a somewhat indirect satire compared with the previous ones. The language used by Wall becomes more refined and appropriate to its location and its culture. Let him see clearly accuses Ibn Zaydun its remoteness, lack of interest. Such may be this kind of satire that Walla become a woman with a reputation as ambiguous by breaking the structure used in his earlier satires.
Al-Asbahī, rich
"al-Asbahī Be content! Many gifts you have come from the Lord of the Throne and the owner of the dádivas.Has obtained with the ass of your son would not have received her pussy with her father Buran-Hasan. "Again Wallada
boasts that language libertine , abrupt and shameless. back to using clubs blame for a woman of high class and refined education. back to show us the poet as opposed both sides, two extremely opposite languages. In earlier poems have been a language cultured, refined, erotic, passionate and yet in other language has shown vast, dry, osceno, not very refined and cultured.
The poet uses in his poems both the direct and the indirect style, making the reader think, imagine and travel in a landscape full of nature, peace and harmony and at the same time feel violated by the rage he shows in his poems can be transmitted to the reader.
What we do is quite clear is that the work of Wall is not a work that leaves indifferent to who reads it, but it is a work sink in and get to know inside. It is a very vivid and realistic. Conclusions


As we have seen throughout the work, the role of Muslim women is well defined and its scope of authority in Islamic society from its inception. Since FJ Simonet formulate his theories on Hispano-Muslim women have greatly idealized the fact that women in Al-Andalus enjoyed some privileges, freedom and a role that largely receded in the Muslim context of the time. Naturally, we say that there was any difference with respect to the medieval Muslim woman, but that could get to make statements as clear cut as those of Bosch and Hoenerbach "known to Andalusian society and the Andalusian Islamic particularly, their wives gave a surprising freedom. " It was neither too much nor too little. Currently studies are underway aimed at a more objective reality of the situation of women Andalus.
Wall was a princess, daughter of the flat and up Caliph Muhammad al-Mustakfi III. It is one of the most original poets have been known in Umayyad Cordoba, and late and decadent. Gathered around and in your meetings to the most important writers of his time and possessed a high literary and cultural. But as we have seen throughout the exhibition, was a woman who was out of the norm, and that broke with all fees provided for Muslim women. To the extent that, on the one hand looking for his pleasant company and was admired for her beauty and nobility, but "his contempt for the convenience," writes Teresa Garulo led to many talk about their behavior, hence also assertion that he lacked the decorum their own nobility. "
Therefore we can say that this is a woman who enjoyed great freedom and great independence. We have already noted that Waller never doubted in making use of literature to express openly what they think and communicate even their most intimate feelings. It is of vital importance to analyze poetry Walla take into account the time that was the story of the poetry of Al-Andalus in the Wall is situated. Wall is living in the eleventh century, when we say that poetry appears more open than ever and dominated both tradition "Modern" and the "neoclassical", the poets give the impression of moving in a more spontaneous in its literary manifestations, and perhaps all obey the charm and grace on some poems, especially love. It is noteworthy that this freedom also used to write the poems he dedicated to his great and stormy love, Ibn Zaydun. Poems which show his deepest feelings openly and in using the rhetoric and satire.


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Monday, October 5, 2009

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Goodbye Mercedita



You left a lasting legacy "BLACK"



Haydé Mercedes Sosa was born on July 9, 1935 in the town of San Miguel de Tucumán. With 74 years of age and a history of 60 years, she journeyed many countries, shared the stage with countless famous artists, and also left a huge legacy of recordings discográficas.Su voice always carried a deep social message of commitment through of folk roots music, without prejudice to add other aspects and expressions of musical quality. His undeniable talent, his honesty and his deep convictions left a huge legacy for future generations. Admired and respected around the world, Mercedes is set up as a symbol of our cultural heritage that will represent us forever and ever. "


Chile shares the pain of your departure, you were the master of the singing of the peoples of the Americas , proud you Argentina for having such a worthy and beloved daughter taking her singing part to give "thanks to life." Violeta you receive in your "Rock" celestial.


From here pay taxes a modest appreciation to sing in your soul Women and heart, worthy of appreciation Universal.


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Saturday, August 1, 2009

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Teresa Wilms Montt

A SONG OF FREEDOM
Ruth Gonzalez Vergara

Teresa Wilms Montt
1893-1921 Chilean writer
" - OH, if the sixteen years I have had the consciousness of good and evil, if I had sensed how much venom contains life, have fled the world taking refuge in my dreams like a cloister "(Teresa Wilms Montt)


"How wonderful you are! And how cool my heart the warmth of your arms on my neck ....
My daughters, with their long lashes .... show me the seriousness and the experience of centuries.
My daughters are the reality of the poem "Life."
My daughters asleep in languorous ecstasy, are chaste and sapwood depth of my soul.
My daughters sleep.
Sleep, beloved creatures! Mother sailing
your dreams with holy serenity.
your destinies drawn from the venom, extracting my heart for all the sorrow ... Sleep
my daughters "(Teresa Wilms Montt)


" You came to me, I was not expecting you. I did not expect happiness. Had
lost everything and found everything when you stretched out my arms. "(Canto XXX-Yearbook Teresa Wilms Montt)

" ... I aspire to in all flowers, I see all the trees, and I have you rolling , drunk with love, fragrant herbs lawns "(Canto VIII)
" Why did you go, love? Why, I wonder thousand, two thousand times a day? And I fail to find an answer to ease the fierce pain of my soul. "(Canto II Teresa Wilms Montt)






" I feel bad physically. I've never taxed my body the honor of taking his life seriously, therefore I do not regret that she leave me. "
" Life, you were regal, in the hollow sound of your heart kept me warm as the sea and storms as he gave me and beauty.
I have nothing, nothing left, all I ask. I was born naked as I go, so ignorant of what the world had.
I suffered and is the only background that supports the boat that leads to oblivion. "(Diary of Teresa Wilms Montt life)




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belzebuth (Teresa Poem Wilms Montt, written in Madrid in 1919)
My soul, blue column of smoke rises into the blue dome. Raised in supplication my arms are alabaster door of a temple. My ecstatic eyes fixed on the mystery are two sapphire lamps burning at the bottom of divine love. A shadow passes eclipsing my prayer, is a shade of golden flames crested crazy. Shadow oblique beautiful smiles, stroking the silky curls of long hair light. Is a shadow that looks with a look of deep, in which red flowers open edge of sin. Belzebuth called, I'd have whispered in the ear cavity, producing heat and my lips have frozen frío.Se. My heart has become ruby \u200b\u200bred and a burning furnace burns my chest. Belzebuth. Belzebuth's been diverting my prayer blue to the black velvet of her soul rebel. The pillars of my arms have become human, they lose their vertically extending shaking with passion. The flashing lights of my eyes turned green radiance of love, guilt and wanting to offer to God, to anxiety in the shade of gold wrapped in the glittering whirl of eternal fire. Belzebuth, archangel of evil, why disturb the soul turns to God, the soul who had forgotten the great beauties of the original sin. Belzebuth, my boyfriend, my downfall ...


Teresa Wilms had the consistency of a liberated woman, sensitive, sincere. It was brave woman to feel herself. Its value is that he learned at his situation as women.
had a free mind, prodigious, ahead of its time. In his self creation moves in four directions: sensuality (love) and pain, life and reflection on death muerte.Su is of enormous depth and subtlety. Teresa Wilms

lived in fidelity to its principles. Their freedom was his poetry. His nobility of spirit, his greatest poem. Nested in his heart only the good, goodness, justice, love.

The external beauty was only a complement to the beauty of her soul. Teresa was ethically

elegant.

now broken his mansion on earth, his spirit roams the galaxies, including the stars ...


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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

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LEGENDS MORAS

LEGENDS OF THE ALHAMBRA Washington Irving

El Soldado delighted

existed in antiquity a student of Salamanca during the summer was devoted to traveling and singing to his guitar, getting funds to pay for school. Arriving in Granada, and celebrating the eve of San Juan, noticed the presence of a strange soldier dressed in armor and spear. Asking it for its identity, the soldier said he was suffering from a spell had been 300 years: a Muslim alfaqui conjured him to stand guard at Boabdil treasure for all eternity, giving permission to leave only one cache of once every 100 years. .. Asked the student how he could help. The soldier offered him half the treasure by the custodian if it would help to break the spell: it required a fasting priest and a young Christian. The young woman was not difficult to find, but the only cure he found was a fat admirer of the delicacies, so much it took to convince, and only with the promise of wealth agreed to help. They went that night to the hide, located in Alhambra, carrying a basket of food to satisfy their greed the pastor after finishing the job. Come to a tower, the stones of the wall opened to the order of the soldier, revealing a wonderful stay with the loot ... Once inside, and while performing the spell, the hungry priest lunged at the basket and ate a thick capon. Suddenly a student, a girl and a priest were found outside the tower and the entrance sealed ... The spell was broken too soon! That was how the soldier missed the chance to escape this cruel punishment, and the other their dreams of wealth. Although the student's pockets were heavy, which allowed him to live in peace and love with the beautiful young Christian


Partal Gardens and Tower of the Ladies. The Generalife. Silla del Moro


Beyond Generalife (when viewed from the Alhambra), you can see a naked, bald hill is crowned by ruins. Even today this hill is known and La Silla del Moro. This is because, due to an insurgency in the City of Alhambra, King Boabdil (last Muslim ruler of Granada) had to seek refuge in this mountain. It was from there where he sat sadly to contemplate his mutinous Alhambra ...


La Escalera del Agua. The Generalife

The Sigh of the Moor Catholic Kings after snatching the last stronghold of Muslim domination Boabdil (Mohamed Abu Abdalahyah), the Moorish king and his entourage were driven from Granada and were given a small territory in the barren Alpujarras, where still hold out a few years. The fall of Granada was due to carelessness Boabdil for the defense of Granada and their affinity for the holidays and leisure. Way to his exile, he dared not turn Boabdil looked up at Granada, and only when he was far behind on the hill known as The Moor's Sigh stopped and seen watching his palace ... sighed, and began to mourn. , And it was his own mother who told him: "Weep like a woman what you did not defend as a man."


Patio de la Sultana. The Generalife.


Legend of room Abencerrajes Abencerrajes name comes from the surname of a noble family of the time, who had their homes in the interior of the Alhambra. Legend has it that this family had as a political rival Zenetes another call, which decided to end their opponents by a conspiracy ... Thus, they invented a relationship between the sultan and one of the Abencerrajes to get awaken the jealousy and anger in the Sultan ... Sultan, blinded by the shock, and during a party at the hall that bears the family name, was beheaded on the source to the 37 men who carried the name of Abencerrajes. It is said that the red color that even today can be seen in the basin of the fountain, and the water channel leading to the source of the Patio de los Leones, is due to staining of the blood of murdered men. ..

Patio de la Acequia. El Generalife

Leyendas de La Puerta de la Justicia

Cuenta una leyenda sobre la puerta de la Justicia, relacionada con la construcción misma de la Alhambra. Siempre se ha hablado de la dedicación puesta en la construcción de la Alhambra, tanto en lo decorativo como en lo arquitectónico. Se asegura que tan sumamente recia era su construcción que, aún recibiendo el ataque de mil ejércitos enemigos, jamás caería. Así pues, el día que la llave del arco interior de la Puerta de la Justicia y la mano de su arco exterior se unan, es decir, si la Alhambra cae, será por que ha llegado el fin del mundo. Otra leyenda cuenta sobre el Arco de la Justicia, que tal era la magnificencia This entry to the Alhambra, which ensured that no knight on horseback with a lance, could touch the tip of this hand carved high in the outer arc. Were so sure of it, which ensured that whoever got to conquer the throne of the Alhambra.

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Friday, June 12, 2009

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" The Book of solitary Milena Moser


In criminal humoreskach Milena Moser , born in 1962, the Swiss writer, the world of women is not a specific world. Her heroines live in the housing projects, in the countryside or small town, who are unemployed, seeking just a job or are secretaries. Watching trashy TV series, they are going to improve your fitness at the gym, make up a high school diploma, they want to allow yourself at least once for something more expensive, for example, kilkugwiazdkowy hotel or cordon bleu with French fries. They are full of complexes and wait "until something happens." There are cierpiętnicami rather frustratkami, but only for a time. When you have had enough - they are deadly consistent. There can be no pertraktowanie and "przepracowywanie" the problem with your partner or with the environment. Who will give them a misery, it may be a premature death - regardless of their social status or gender.

Are furiami? Goddesses of revenge? Moser did not murder the heroine never for the pleasure of killing, they do so as a last resort. This is pure revenge. Is the young person is almost trivial, tailored to the environment like a frog to the muddy ground, can be goddesses? And yet, through their murder seem unique and amazing, other than the mass of women. This is their revenge, something that is filled with terror, and at the same time - fascinating. Or maybe it's the act of revenge is fascinating? And the way, in how Moser says: cool, cynical, almost dry. Native author is very frugal and reserved, which further increased the clout of its irony and black humor.

In the original Swiss collection of short stories titled "Das Schlampenbuch. "Schlampe" is a term used only in relation to women, and means fleję, slattern. A woman can be specified in the German language "Schlampe" also in the case of reluctance, and only niespowodowanej its sloppiness, but any other feature of it. Resemble the native epithets: lampucera, tart, trollop. However, the interpreter Moser saw the heroines of single women - have taken away the Polish title "solitary." Without a doubt, the common feature of women from the "Book ..." is their singielstwo. The question arises whether the stimulus to action heroines is actually only their loneliness? These women are not a solitary by choice. "The Book of solitary" is also a book mścicielek and - single-rebeliantek.

Men in these opowiadanich far, desired, and inattentive, careless, asekuranccy or not at all. There are also pathetic and ridiculous, like Edi, lawirujący years between his wife and lover, who eventually befriend. Most of the problems of female characters is associated with men - their absence or mediocrity. In the story "The Combine physical" fitness fanatic killed but who humiliates helpless heroine and unkind glances pogardliwymi: Won here, and here is training. " Thus, it seems that vengeance is not the object here is the most important. Catharsis occurs each time due to a sharp rugged action. This is true not only in the case of poisoning her lover-stuffed chicken parasite epilator, but also in the story, which bahaterki demolish shop with them too tight clothes. This is what the world is too small for women, because they must sometimes rearrange it, tearing down the walls of his kicks. Besides, there are quite normal and fit, as we all. Only that the murder in cold blood, when someone treats them badly. Moser Milena lets us face: we, too, so we wanted to, right?

Saturday, June 6, 2009

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Sunday, May 31, 2009

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Friday, May 29, 2009

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Andalusian Poems



Andalusian poetry She is moon, sun, stem
born and musk
Perfect, brilliant, flourishing and aroma
love Who looks
to latch it closed shop
but


*************



She laughs and
appear bright pearl veil is removed and there are two stars
the same time stands to see
And my heart she can not forget


*************



you see in the summit Ahmad
glory no one like him is light
And
born in the West that has no equal in the Middle




************ I never liked drinking
green lawns unless a slender waist
see me
daybreak or at dusk to tell me:
"The wind is jealous of him
caressing my cheeks
"She, mistress of hearts,
seeder
She
concerns that may provoke desire
milder spirit
Sweet lips that keep pearls,
giving drink to the wounded lover
love and faithful to his promises.


*************


eyedrops
darkness flows through the Eyes of the dawn
to white
morning
Delicacy
River wrist cuffs
has
green trees by the shore.


*************


What a beautiful day spent in the meadow
along the banks of the river of Seville
Uploaded on board
broke the seal and musk
completely enveloped us your perfume
while the hand of darkness stretched
About Us
the black cloak of night. *************




will be years and centuries
and still love the beauty of your eyes
while you will not have mercy on me
or soften your achievement heart.
I want you to see what you've done to me: my heart is
the ploughshare
the blacksmith's anvil:
tears run, the fire burns
and fills him with the hammer blows.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

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ZIRYAB POET AND MUSICIAN

Arab Lute Ziryab


The Arab lute, or 'ud come to the cut Cordoba in the ninth century in the hands of lutenist and singer of Persian origin Abul-Hasan Ali ibn Nafi, known by the nickname Ziryab, according to some, and likened her voice to the blackbird, and according to others by the color of his skin dark. Ziryab had been, in faraway Baghdad outstanding disciple of Ishaq al-Mausilí, favorite musician of the Caliph, who seeing the qualities with which he was endowed Ziryab and could overshadow his forced him to suffer exile. Ziryab
Baghdad left carrying more than a thousand poems in different ways. Crossed the Maghreb
While stopped at Kairouan, in the center of the region called Ifriqiyya. In that city he came into contact with popular music in particular, collecting the melodies and rhythms of North Africa before continuing his journey westward.
In Cordoba found prosperity and the recognition of his art and fame unprecedented. With the support of Abd al-Rahman II created what may be considered the first conservatory of the Islamic world, where he would found the basis for the music of al-Andalus that later influence both on the peninsula. Ziryab was a poet, writer, astronomer, geographer, refined aesthetics and a famous gourmet, but above all was a great musician and was released in al-Andalus Islamic instrument par excellence, the 'ud. In al-Andalus
there were some significant changes in the instrument, for example, replacement of the mouths of the top by decorative rosettes, probably loan architecture Gothic, and the addition of fifth-order string, which is attributed to Ziryab, but is sure to live together copies of five and four orders.
Ziryab also attributed to other changes: a general lightening of the instrument, improving the quality of the strings and plectrums replacement of wood with more flexible eagle feather, which produced a more pleasing sound to the instrument.
When reconquered Cordoba and Seville, the 'ud takes center stage in the cultural environment of the court of Alfonso X El Sabio'''', where some fine examples codices are represented. The 'ud soon moved to the north of Spain, which received great influence through the Camino de Santiago.
For sheer melodic sound qualities, perfect with the song, the 'ud quickly became the most popular instrument among minstrels, troubadours and minstrels, and its rhythmic character was a big part in dance music. By extending their use for the rest of Europe, they took different names, the Castilian "lute" or "Alauda" (the Arabic name "al-'ud") became "luth" in France or "Liuto" in Italy, but until the fifteenth century, always kept the original spirit of the instrument Ziryab legacy.


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Thursday, May 21, 2009

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Andaluz


joys and sorrows of Love
See how it makes me
skin when you remember ... For the throat

me up a river of fresh blood, wound
it crosses from side to side
my body.
I have nails in his hands, and knives
fingers,
and to my temple, a crown made of black pins
.
See how it makes me
skin, every time I think I'm a man
home ...
And yet, I love you!
Between your house and my house
is a wall of silence;
of nettles and prickly pears,
lime, sand, wind, honeysuckle

and dark glasses in ambush.
A wall that it can never jump
the people who walks

prowling the key to keeping our secret.
And I well know you want me,
and you know I love you,
and we know the two,
and no one can know ...
Ay, grief, pain, pain
of our love in silence!
Oh, what joy, joy
love you as I do!
When the night alone,
I get your memory,

bring down the wall that separates our dream.

my hands would break your gate irons provided me
at your side,
torment of my torments, and I would be kissing

to take away your breath.
And then ...
What gives me stay in your arms, dead! ...
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you like I love you!
Our love is dying,
mourning, anguish, crying, fear,
death, sorrow, blood, life,
moon, pink, sun and wind.
is dying with every step
and live, then
with a sword tip always
roof slope.
I leave my house to the field
just your thoughts, alone
for fondling fabric

the handkerchief that fell on a Sunday you
when the people were coming,
and have not told you never,
my life that I have it;
and squeezed between my hands
the same as a lemon again and look
your initials,
and silently repeat
so that neither the field
know what I'm wanting ...
Yesterday, at the Plaza Nueva,
- life, non-
do it again I saw you kiss my child, my child
, the smallest, and how you kiss
,
Ay, Virgen de los Remedios!
that
was the first time that you gave me a kiss.
came running into my house I raised my child
soil
and no one was looking,
like a thief in ambush,
poppy on his face
bit my lips your kiss.
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you like I love you!
Look, no matter what happens, but it sinks
the sky,
even if your name and mine
trample him on the floor,
and although the land is open ...
Even when I know the people and put our flag

of love to the four winds,
Follow me wanting so
torment of my torment!
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you as I!

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Object Poem I wish

Avempace
Object of my desire,

that I can not reach

not say that tomorrow I'll meet you

my night was wrapped up in her robe

since dawn

being equal the beginning and end

and I am deceived by false illusions

like you find,

fortune denies