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is written in my soul
your act and I write as you wish;
you alone as you wrote, I just read
, still of you keep me therein.

In this post I am and always will;
that although it can not be in me as in you see,
of all the good I do not understand I think,
taking and faith estimate.

I was not born but to Quereres;
my soul hath cut to measure,
the very soul of habit I want, all I have

confess I owe you;
born for you, for you I have a life, for you
I die and you die.

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is written in my soul your act - Garcilaso de la Vega

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is written in my soul

your act and I write as you wish;

I wrote to you alone

, I just read

that you still keep me therein.

In this post I am and always will;

that although it can not be in me as in you see,

of all the good I do not understand I think,

taking and faith estimate.

I was not born but to Quereres;

my soul hath cut to measure,

the very soul of habit I want;

confess I owe you everything I have;

born for you, for you I have a life, for you

I

die and you die.

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The deserted sandals - Miguel Hernández


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By January 5,

each January

put my shoes goatherd

the cold window .

And were the days, they shatter

doors,

my sandals empty, deserted

my sandals.

never had shoes,

or costumes, no words:

always had rivulets,

long sentences and goats.

I dressed poverty

licked my body the river,

and standing at the head

grass was dew.

By January 5,

for six

I wanted to be the world

a toy.

And the dawn walk

removing

orchards,

my sandals without anything, my sandals

deserted.

No

was crowned king standing, had won

to see the shoes of my poor

window.

throne

All people, all people

boot

laughed bitterly

of my broken sandals.

Rabi weeping, salt

cover my skin,

pasta for a world of men

and honey.

By January 5,

of my flock my shoes goatherd

the frost out.

And to the six

my eyes were on their doors

frost my sandals, my sandals

deserted.

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The house of your soul - Jorge Miguel Cocom Pech


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Your language is the house of your soul, there live

your parents and grandparents in the house

millennial

home of your memories,

thy word.

So do not cry

the death of your body

and cry the death of your soul.

Your body,

remains in the face of your children;

your soul,

eternece in the glare of the stars.

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Zorongo Gypsy - Federico García Lorca


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hands of my love are you

embroidering with a layer of wallflowers

gimp

and water cape.

When you were my boyfriend, in the spring

white

your horse's hooves

four silver sobs.

The moon is a well boy,

flowers are worthless,

what matters are your arms

night when I hug,

what matters are your arms

night when I

embrace.

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shoes you did,

shoemakers of my soul,

are stars that shine

around your skirt.

I'm tanned and I tried, I'm tanned

and tried, more

is cinnamon brown, and eat

lords.

- - -

The moon is a well boy,

life is worthless, what counts

are your arms

night when I hug,

which are worth

your arms at night when I embrace.