Óda
IVO what kind of matter am I
that your glance cuts and shapes me?
What kind of soul and what kind of light
and what kind of amazing phenomenon am I
that in the mist of emptiness
I can walk aroundthe gentle slopes of your fertile body?
And like the word
entering into an enlightened mind
I can enter into its mysteries...
József Attila 1933
posted by Paul Vareda at 7:04 PM
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...y Flora lejos, casi inalcanzable
como el perfume a hierba de diciembre.
"En donde yo me acueste está tu cama."
En tu espalda, la tarde deshizo sus colores,
en tanto que el silencio le dibujaba un nudo
a tu sonrisa.
(Jorge Boccanera)
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