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It is not...
Spanish Original
It is not in the soft breeze
of this summer afternoon
that prods to drowsiness,
Nor in the fleeting gleam
that in a beam of light twinkles
as a pair of eyes pass.
Nor in the rumbling song
of the long gulch
that still coos its loss,
But in that spot
that livened of your image
lusters its gray detail
and murmurs softly
that forgotten story
of your caress in my skin,
and the quiet hymn
of your breath for my blood.
If I was, then, able to pulse,
of one or another memory,
those remembrances in chords,
my guitar would write
the arpeggios of my pen
and the bass line of your birth..!
And indeed your effect so persists
beyond all doubts;
the high tides refuse
to release your memory.
'cause it is not in the soft breeze
but in the wave, Selene,
in your angel's spell
and the charm of your moon...
August 18, 2003
Copyright (c)2003, Jorge L. Padilla, All rights reserved
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