With this poem I want to open the month of February, the month of Friendship and Love
HISTORY OF THOUGHT
When the bird flies the nest Who
passing under you gave, shelter and friendship
it fair that you direct your season ballad, sad
First stop, your native city.
The bird left the nest traveler
you gave him a coat, easing concern;
Oh! many benefits, I will never be forgotten durable
which my life is my gratitude.
To prove it I leave you here what I can,
My verses, always sad, but leave it at that;
Because I think sometimes that its lyrics stay,
Because when I read that you remember me.
I go to refer to them a simple story,
That in my desolate soul, left a deep impression;
I was told ... Where? ... my memory is fragile ...
Perhaps the hero of her ... Or, I dreamed.
was a nice pink, bright creeper,
So pure, so graceful, splendid and gentle.
That was the best ornament of the happy meadow,
The most valuable jewel in the burgeoning April.
At the foot of it stood a poor thought,
Small, alone, without grace or color;
But looked at the pink and breathed his breath
And she conceived of the deepest love. Looking
his mistress spent night and day.
thousand times alas! he wanted his sentence statement;
But so far always saw so far,
That alone devoured their grief and sorrow.
Sometimes he sent his timid odors
there comes to his beloved flower
But the breeze, the flowers swing, far
carrying away the pain of her love. Poor thinking
thousand tears poured,
devastating tears, bitterness and gall,
While the young pink without seeing others grow, And the more I grew
more away from him.
jasmine comes as a beautiful meadow,
he also rose to the point where she was;
But he was more fortunate, he could reach her,
He said his sentence, and finally loved the rose .. .
understand now the poor "thinking
Seeing corresponded to a successful rival?
Do not you understand your horrible, its barbaric torture
By being sentenced to fate so deadly? Then they transplanted
; lived in other grasslands
Indiferiencia, feigned forgetfulness and even pleasure:
flowers looked beautiful, bright and witches
But his constant and faithful love appeared.
Finally, one morning, being very distant,
The Zephyr told it the marriage of jasmine
He listened smiling, and blind, and delusional madman
feigning pleasure, thought forget the end.
But the next day with tears
saw flowers, and ignoring the hidden suffering,
"You weep, thinking, you cry"
said, "Nothing, Then said, is crying for pleasure"
. .................................................. . See the simple story
I offered to tell, perhaps
sad but I leave it like that;
goodbye goodbye, and childbirth
I dare to beg you to read alone and you may remember me.
(Manuel Acuna)
When the bird flies the nest Who
passing under you gave, shelter and friendship
it fair that you direct your season ballad, sad
First stop, your native city.
The bird left the nest traveler
you gave him a coat, easing concern;
Oh! many benefits, I will never be forgotten durable
which my life is my gratitude.
To prove it I leave you here what I can,
My verses, always sad, but leave it at that;
Because I think sometimes that its lyrics stay,
Because when I read that you remember me.
I go to refer to them a simple story,
That in my desolate soul, left a deep impression;
I was told ... Where? ... my memory is fragile ...
Perhaps the hero of her ... Or, I dreamed.
was a nice pink, bright creeper,
So pure, so graceful, splendid and gentle.
That was the best ornament of the happy meadow,
The most valuable jewel in the burgeoning April.
At the foot of it stood a poor thought,
Small, alone, without grace or color;
But looked at the pink and breathed his breath
And she conceived of the deepest love. Looking
his mistress spent night and day.
thousand times alas! he wanted his sentence statement;
But so far always saw so far,
That alone devoured their grief and sorrow.
Sometimes he sent his timid odors
there comes to his beloved flower
But the breeze, the flowers swing, far
carrying away the pain of her love. Poor thinking
thousand tears poured,
devastating tears, bitterness and gall,
While the young pink without seeing others grow, And the more I grew
more away from him.
jasmine comes as a beautiful meadow,
he also rose to the point where she was;
But he was more fortunate, he could reach her,
He said his sentence, and finally loved the rose .. .
understand now the poor "thinking
Seeing corresponded to a successful rival?
Do not you understand your horrible, its barbaric torture
By being sentenced to fate so deadly? Then they transplanted
; lived in other grasslands
Indiferiencia, feigned forgetfulness and even pleasure:
flowers looked beautiful, bright and witches
But his constant and faithful love appeared.
Finally, one morning, being very distant,
The Zephyr told it the marriage of jasmine
He listened smiling, and blind, and delusional madman
feigning pleasure, thought forget the end.
But the next day with tears
saw flowers, and ignoring the hidden suffering,
"You weep, thinking, you cry"
said, "Nothing, Then said, is crying for pleasure"
. .................................................. . See the simple story
I offered to tell, perhaps
sad but I leave it like that;
goodbye goodbye, and childbirth
I dare to beg you to read alone and you may remember me.
(Manuel Acuna)
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