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La Vieja
by Uriel TovarDesde que nos despertamos--
los ojos ven
la tierra derotada
por la lluvia de miel.
La colmena,
arrastrada y mordida
por los perros--
mesclando sus labios dulces
con la sal del mar.
Las olas no perdonan
la inocencia de joventud.
10/08/2005 Posted on 10/09/2005
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
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| Posted by Carolyn Coville on 10/15/05 at 07:47 AM 'mesclando sus labios dulces con la sal del mar' que rico! how i love how poetic the spanish language is..'Las olas no perdonan la inocencia de joventud' una linea con verdad, amigo
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| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/10/08 at 02:27 PM so, from what i could translate, this is just breathtaking. a few words didn't come through.."derotada," "mesclando," and "joventud." and 'honey rain'...is that right? man, that's beautiful. |
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