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El Poeta Y La Ilusion (The Poet And The Illusion)

SpanishLa princesita hipsipilo, la vibrátil filigrana,—Princesita ojos turquesas esculpida en porcelana—Llamó una noche a mi puerta con sus manitas de lis.
Vibró el cristal de su voz como una flauta galana.
            —Yo sé que tu vida es gris.
Yo tengo el alma de rosa, frescuras de flor temprana,            Vengo de un bello país            A ser tu musa y tu hermana!—Un abrazo de alabastro…luego en el clavel sonoroDe su boca, miel suavísima; nube de perfume y oroLa pomposa cabellera me inundó como un diluvio.
O miel, frescuras, perfumes!…Súbito el sueño, la sombraQue embriaga.
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Y, cuando despierto, el sol que alumbra en mi alfombraUn falso rubí muy rojo y un falso rizo muy rubio!              EnglishThe amazonian little princess, a vibratile filagree,—Turquoise eyes sculpted of porcelain, little princess—Called one night at my door with her small hands of iris.
And the trilling crystal of her voice was like an elegant flute:        —I know your life is gray.
I have the soul of a rose, the dew of budding flowers,        I come from a beautiful country        To be your sister and muse!—.
An arm of alabaster…then, in the sonorous carnationOf her mouth, softest honey; in a cloud of gold and perfumeShe surrounded me, brash horsewoman, like a deluge.
Oh honey, freshness, perfumer!…The sudden dream, the shadowWhich intoxicates…and when I wake, the sun that falls on my carpetIn a false ruby very red, and a false ringlet very blond.


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