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“There is always something left to love.”
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Midnight coup de blues
Bocina en que el viento pasa cantando.
Tanta pasión de llanto anudada a mi cuerpo.
Sacudida de todas las raíces,
asalto de todas las olas!
Rodaba, alegre, triste, interminable, mi alma.
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Perfect Sunday mood
(.....)
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
(P.N)
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