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18 Mar 2022 12:38 - 03 Jul 2022 13:07 #1 por CesarFornesBerlanga


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  • Spanish Poetry - A beautiful voice of woman accompanied by Spanish classic guitars



    Regards,

    Mora and Marcus
    Última Edición: 03 Jul 2022 13:07 por CesarFornesBerlanga.

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    20 Mar 2022 15:01 - 03 Jul 2022 13:06 #2 por CesarFornesBerlanga


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  • Acércate - Come closer



    come closer
    and let me look at you
    peek with me into the warmth of our eyes
    and let me find
    one more time,
    the light that shines in them,
    sun of the soul that gives me life by touching me .

    Bring your breath to mine
    and, without kissing,
    let me wish it
    imagine it,
    moment that becomes eternal...

    Thirsty for you
    from your mouth,
    fire that springs from fire.

    come closer,
    and let me see in your face,
    all your faces from yesterday, and tomorrow,
    make my gesture a mirror,
    and hug me in silence,
    slowly,
    that the feeling becomes complete,
    image that will remain in time,

    Love that I have for your love.


    ©Mora Amaro La Loba
    La visita - The visit



    Suddenly a smell of fruit captured my nose
    and the mystery of its presence
    made me peek at the moment
    to rummage in it.

    That visit...

    hat grabbed my hand
    to take me to a forest of orange trees
    to search through the leaves
    that "I" that stayed there
    surrounded by air
    that looks like water,

    rocking
    blurring

    numbing nostalgia
    the beauty
    yesterday


    ©Mora Amaro La Loba
    Cosas - Things



    I would like to invent words
    so to can talk about those things
    that have no name today

    Things I mix with
    and as a thing
    I disappear engulfed between so much time

    things that smell like bodies
    and everything that has happened
    in its particular moment

    things, things,
    What a vague word to define so much invent!

    I would like so many invented things
    that I invent myself
    despite being nothing
    among so many living things
    and so many things happened

    things, things,

    What a vague word to define so much invention!

    ©Mora Amaro La Loba
    La lágrima - The Teardrop



    The teardrop,
    trembling irresolutely,
    finally fell, furtive and timid,
    sweeping away with it
    the many others that were waiting,
    heaped together
    and confused,

    and the weeping turned into a sea,
    sea that flooded the soul
    with pain and tense calmness,
    salty and bitter sadness
    that escapes and that sometimes
    does not even have any hope.

    ©Mora Amaro La Loba
    Última Edición: 03 Jul 2022 13:06 por CesarFornesBerlanga.

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    01 Jul 2022 22:20 #3 por CesarFornesBerlanga


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  • Llueve - It rains



    It rains

    It rains in the night of my soul
    while the hours walk
    lost in the distance

    It rains
    It rains in my eyes and on my face
    a water of salt and almonds
    that turns me into nostalgia.

    and under that rain,
    the shadows
    they are no longer shadows,
    but wells filled
    with the echoes of my childhood.

    It's raining.
    It rains in the light of my life,
    over the tree of my dreams,
    and in the kisses that I gave.

    it rains life,
    it rains tears,
    it rains seas of words
    that are nothing in today


    ©Mora Amaro La Loba

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    03 Jul 2022 13:06 #4 por CesarFornesBerlanga


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  • Besos - Kisses



    Life goes on
    with her parade
    of true
    but amazing things

    Life goes on
    with her parade
    of true
    but amazing things

    and meanwhile
    prisoner of that time
    that everything drags and engulfs
    I love you I love you I love you I love you

    Love
    that takes away the weight of the print of the years
    and makes me look in the mirror
    to search in my mouth
    the trace of your kisses

    Kisses
    full of so much
    that I get lost when remembering them
    Kisses
    full of so much
    that I get lost remembering them

    your kisses your kisses

    ©Mora Amaro La Loba

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