martes, 22 de noviembre de 2011

This thing called love... Esa cosa llamada amor...

This thing called love ...

What name we put
to this feeling,
how we nominate
... with words
which drives us at
to fly above
our own souls ...
in what place we locate
this space of passion,
passion of life and fantasy
which illuminates
night and day into the heart ...
with what letter we describe
all our dreams,
those that give us
illusions galore,
and make us by the morning
get up and walking,
using into maximum our gifts ...
Whom will nominate with its
Chalk of silver, so much
sky celestine , so much
night enamored, so much
moon so round and white
which of love, speaks us ...
Is which there is only one thing,
is this wonderful thing made
of velvet and in the spirit folded
is this thing called love
which not change it for anything ...
It is not one of so much,
is not anything that happens,
is this thing huge
which getting down in the bowels
until make yourself laugh and mourn,
and transform yourself with their magic ...
is this thing called love ...
and there is not in the whole nature
nothing equal ...
nothing that keeps you alive
with the desire to loving and loving more....

Authorship:Raquel Norma Smerkin Roitman
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