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poemas sobre las emociones​

Answer 1

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KISS

White bells with pendulums of anise,

Harmonies of glass where my lips become puppets,

And take me to a gentle river of warm current,

Where I dream with seeing your gaze.

But I refuse to open my eyes again,

Because of the infinite world called kiss,

Where a meager second has a life of happiness,

And the only language is the rose with your skin.

Let me find the rhythm that lies between your ribs,

But it feels as I touch your hands,

And expands with every breath,

Leading me back to your mouth.

So no matter how much I separate my eyelids,

I will return to the place in the middle of your smile,

But not before admiring your face,

And thus have a reason to return.

©Ricardo Bermúdez

CARPE DIEM

O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting– Every wise man’s son doth know.

What is love? ’tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What’s to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty,–

Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,

Youth’s a stuff will not endure.

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