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Love In Spanish

I have met many wonderful people through my blog. Today I made another new friend. She is a poet in a language that sounds like music to my ears but I don't understand. I dearly wish I did. Thanks Patricia, for giving me two beautiful poems to read and post.

Two Spanish Poems by Patricia Boneo (Translated by: John Shepherd)

LOVE

I feel your virile chest,
Take me to the stars,
And let the rootless tree
Now penetrate me,
Your arms embracing me.
And you change the bird
Posing in my womb to a man
Flying over me.
Your sweet mouth like honey
Sunk into mine
As if we were two
And one at the same time.

I love you at nights
When you give me the breath of life,
I love you in the mornings
When I am prisoner in your arms
Bringing me down to earth by gravity.

And how much more I love you!, Thus
Loving you in the firmament
That is now mine
You bring me the sun, the moon
And the lost planet
That sustains me on this earth.

Your love keeps me captive
In the skin
that covers me
With your skin.

Darling, your love gives me the honey
That lets the butterfly in flight
To rest for the last day

Love each day will be eternity
For that I'll love you,
It will be a beautiful flower
It will be the sweetest wine
Whatever it may be !
For that I'll love you.



Amor


Siento tu pecho viril
tomarme hacia una estrella.
Y sin aliento el árbol
con sus raíces
penetra en mis entrañas.

Allí estas con tus brazos
rodeando mi cuerpo.
Y te conviertes en pájaro
posándote en mi vientre
en un hombre que me
sobrevuela.
Tu boca dulce como la miel
en la mía,
mi ser hundiéndose en
tu costado
como si fuéramos uno
y dos a la vez.

Te amo cuando anochece y
me sostienes.
Te amo cuando amanece y
me aprisionas
en tu cuerpo como sí
tu fueses la gravedad que me aferra a la tierra.

¡Y cuanto más te amo! Así ....
al amarnos en tu firmamento
que es el mío...
Y me regalas el sol, la luna, y
aquel planeta perdido para que
me sostenga en esta tierra.

Tu amor me cautiva,
la piel que me cubre
con la tuya.

Amor, si Amor me das el néctar
que lleva la mariposa en su vuelo
para posarse en su último día....

Amor cada día será la eternidad
de lo que te amo,
Será la flor más bella
Será el vino más dulce...
¡Será que se que te amo!


I have stopped loving you

I want to stop loving you,
And thus forget
what once we were.

You kissed me in timid flying kisses,
You held me to your chest sighing
As if you wanted me no more.

You get up in the morning
And leave me alone,
I am defenseless
I can fly no more.

Now I do not love you
I am in another’s arms,
Loving and being loved.

I have stopped loving you
I don't care where you go.

Your looks, your walk
Your lack of manliness,
Matters to me no more.


He dejado de quererte

Quiero dejarte de quererte
y así olvidarme de lo que
fuimos.

Me besaste allí por antaño
beso furtivo como vos,
Huidizo.


Me tomaste en tu pecho
y en un suspiro no me
quisiste.

Te levantas cada mañana y
me dejas.

Y yo indefensa sin poder huir.

Ahora me despido amor de antaño
ya estoy en otros brazos y;
Amada y amando.

He dejado de quererte
Ya no me importa donde van
Tus pasos

Tu mirar, tu andar, tu falta de
Hombría.
Ya no importan.

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