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His buddies called him Brant, he was the strongest man
made of solid muscles and he seemed mighty;
he became a fugitive after he raped two women
and robbed to get money for his coke and whiskey.
One was his best friend whom he killed for a grudge he had,
and hiding his face, he pulled down his hat and felt afraid.
There was a reward for anyone who knew his whereabouts
or acquaintances, rumors attested that he must have escaped
to Mexico to join banditos who raped, killed, and robbed;
an American guy saw him in Acapulco kissing pretty chicas*.
He thought that nobody was looking for him and he laughed
in that noisy bar drinking Tequila* until he was drunk and sad,
but forgetting faces drenched in blood is pure madness;
he wore a sombrero* hat and mingled with friendly locals.
Marcela was not his favorite girl, she refused to sit in his lap
while he smoked Tabamex Toro;* he whispered, " Te adoro, mi querida*. "
And disliking the short phrase, she bit on his scarred, dry lip;
" Ah, hermosa, suave!* " He quickly reacted to the revengeful Marcela.
He didn't know that was a trap and be captured him by the FBI agents,
but he suddenly got up, slapped her in the face with murderous hate;
Marcela hit the floor and died instantly, " Bandido*, bandido! That's
my daughter! " The dark-skin man howled. He drew his gun with haste.
He shut him three times, Brant fell down and profusely bled from his legs,
" You are under arrest! " One of the agents said cuffing him with ease,
" We'll take you back to Texas and you'll pay for the rapes and killings!"
Every rapist and killer should know that restlessness allows no inner peace! "
* Chicas: girls
* Tequila: Mexican liquor
* Sombrero: Mexican Hat
* Tabamex Toro: Mexican cigars
* Te adoro, mi querida: I adore you, my dear
* Ah, hermosa, suave: Ah, beautiful take it slow
* Bandido: bandit
He:
Pardon me,
It is I, the peasant gentleman.
From yester’s encounter.
I apologise for not revising nobility.
But as I said I have seen you before.
She:
I doubt we have met.
I never forget a face,
Perhaps you mistake me for one of your women.
He:
Ha-ha, I may not be a man of noble raising.
I would have loved to have women;
But my dignity I value, even as a man.
Many affairs would not serve my purpose.
She:
What is it that you want from me?
I do not care of your affairs.
Or anything of your interest,
I would very much like my space now.
He:
I had my doubts before,
Now I am sure you will recall our numerous encounters.
As your tongue is still as bitter.
They called you Amanda, of which I’m sure you still are.
Pardon me, I did not mean to startle you.
She:
How could you possibly know my name?
He:
Ah! Finally I have broken your daze.
Though the look on your face is still amiss.
I believe you could never remember me.
As I looked a little different back then.
She:
Well, given the impression.
Maybe we did not run in the same circles.
As I said I never forget a face.
Is this altercation necessary?
He:
Pardon me,
I mean no harm,
Let’s forget I know you, nor you I.
Please let me lend an ear.
Pardon me but it sure seems like you need one.
She: sighs deeply
He:
It would not help to keep all that agony.
You might wrinkle, my mamma always told me.
Some say confiding in a stranger eases your woes.
I will not judge you.
She:
At the crack of dawn I rose up looking….
Ha-ha, I was looking for my children.
I was looking for my husband.
I did not find either.
All I found was an emptiness.
He:
Terrible endeavour that must be querida.
At our age one would like to have it all.
But that’s no reason to despair.
Is it not that we all serve a purpose?
She:
I should be on my way.
Pardon me this time.’
I have cats to tend to.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Form:
No sabemos
Cuando nos despedimos
Por que mañana
Sólo pertenece a Dios en el cielo
No sabemos
Sobre la última mirada
Sobre la última canción
Incluso si somos jóvenes y fuertes
Sobre el último baile
Sobre la flecha mortal
Donde se apunta
Simplemente no sabemos
Aunque somos amados y ungidos
El último día llega como un relámpago
El último aliento como la escarcha
Evanesciéndose ante nuestros ojos
Para traer dolor y tristeza
La vida es un desastre fenomenal
Dios escucha nuestros gritos
Los gritos de nuestros hermanos y hermanas
Dios escucha nuestras oraciones
Dios ve nuestras lágrimas desgarradoras
Dios ve cómo humedecemos y empapamos los bancos
Cuando nos alejamos
No sabemos
Cuando falleceremos
No sabemos
Acerca de mañana
No sabemos
Sobre el último día
No sabemos
Cuando nos despedimos
Si otro hola
Tendrá lugar bajo este cielo
Simplemente no sabemos
Acerca de mañana.
PD Este poema es una traducción de 'When We Say Goodbye';
Está dedicado a todos.
Extrañaremos a nuestra querida hermana Tania Marissa Joseph Maranhão.
Copyright © 27 de abril de 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varios libros de poesía.
TU AMOR — Y COMPARTIMOS UN CORAZÓN PALPITANTE---
Si tuviera que conformarme con alguien;
Sólo alguien que cree como yo.
en el Dios del cielo;
Todo poderoso creador;
Tú, mi amor, creo que te elegí;
Porque con todo mi corazón eres mi amor;
Ya sea que estemos juntos o separados, eres mi amor;
Compartimos un corazón palpitante;
¿Porqué? Porque tú, yo y Dios;
eres mi amor---
I, 2, 3;
Las alegrías que me traes;
Mujer de Dios estoy muy agradecido;
Dios mi padre;
Eres mi querida;
Todos compartimos un corazón palpitante;
De los cuales nunca somos parte;
Ambos sois mi amor y compartimos un corazón palpitante;
English verse
Come to me heart open;
Appearantly your hopen;
For one to come your way;
Mr. Prince Charming;
Oh! My Lady, my, my my, Senora
You're speical and impart;
The only one for my heart;
For you're the one lady;
Miss Queen of all Ladies
Oh! My Lady
My Lady
Your tender caress;
Your sweet loveliness;
Your sweet-and sugary breathe
Makes it all worth it;
Your smile, your touch
Your embrace makes me ooh, so much
And I, I, I love you
And I need you to to need you,
need you to need me
To be your Prince Charming;
My darling
For I love you...
Oh! My lady
Spanish verse...
Ven a mi corazón abierto;
Apetitosamente tu hopen;
Para que uno venga a tu manera;
Sr. Prince Charming;
Oh! Mi señora
Eres speical e impartes;
El único para mi corazón;
Porque tú eres la única dama;
Señorita Reina de todas las damas
Oh! Mi señora
Mi señora
Tu tierna caricia;
Tu dulce encanto;
Tu dulce y azucarada respiración
Hace que todo valga la pena;
Tu sonrisa, tu toque
Tu abrazo me hace ooh, tanto
Y yo, yo, te amo
Y necesito que te necesite,
necesito que me necesites
Para ser tu Príncipe Encantador;
Querida
Porque te amo ...
Oh! Mi señora
07/29/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
No cantes para mí, vida mía.
No cantes más para mí.
Cuando tu ojo ya no llore,
porque ya no soy,
No cantes para mí, mi amor.
No pienses en mí, querida.
No pienses en mí nunca mas
Cuando sueñas con otro
y mi vida ya no es,
no pienses en mi, mi amor.
No me ames, cielo mia.
Favor, no me ames más.
Te he dado todo
y no tengo más.
No me ames más, mi amor.
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Don't sing for me, My Life.
Sing no more for me.
When your eye no longer cries,
because I am no more,
Don't sing for me, My Love.
Don't think about me, Dear.
Do not think about me ever more.
When you dream of another
and my life is no more,
don't think about me, My Love.
Don't love me, My Heaven.
Please don't love me anymore.
I have given you everything
and I have no more.
Don't love me anymore, My Love.
06/08/2021
He:
We should stop meeting like this.
Good day ma’am.
She:
We should, I suppose.
Good day to you.
He:
Such a lovely day.
I rise everyday feeling mighty grateful.
She: Long pause
I wish I was grateful.
An old hag like me does not have tales to tell.
Even if I did possess tales.
With whom would I possibly speak them to?
He:
I am quite familiar with such a feeling.
No need to worry yourself silly.
Life has its way of alarming us.
It sure alarmed me to happiness.
She:
How so?
I would like to think life is what you make it.
He:
You are right there querida.
But at times when you battle your hardest war,
You still lose.
She:
It certainly sounds like you have a tale to narrate.
He:
Ha-ha, I have many tales.
I love one in particular.
Would you like to hear it?
She:
What else would an old hag do?
You may.
He:
Pardon my ambience.
You are not such a thing.
You were once a vision of brute beauty.
And you still very much are.
She:
That’s quite kind of you.
If I knew my life would be a bore.
I would have chose differently few years ago.
He:
Pardon me for my candidness.
But it is where it is meant to be.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Form:
BELLE---parte 3
Belle I love you beautiful
Algo especial sobre tus ojos
Hermosa
Tu plumbant jugoso-labios
Magnífico..
So I, I love you beautiful
Hermosa
Belle
Tu cintura de la figura 8
Cuerpo
clásico-mágico
Algo sobre tu cabello
Aroma-aromas aromáticos de flores
Puedo acariciar suavemente tu cabeza corre mis dedos a través de tu cabello
Querida una vez ah!
I love you beautiful
Hermosa
Belle
Algo en tu alma tu gracia
Algo sobre tu testigo
Algo en tu cara
Sus pies cómo camina sus pasos
De nuevo por desgracia tu boca la forma en que hablas, silencio de la miel
Por favor, permíteme cariño
para amarte, siempre cierto
Te llamo...
I love you beautiful
Hermosa
Belle
1/20/19
escrito por James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
O Querida, la Brote más hermosa --- Una canción para Rosario
¡Esta es para ti, señora!
Alfa eres mi brote más hermoso;
Un día, tal vez seas mi esposa más bella
Creciendo juntos en el jardín tú y yo seremos nosotros.
Rodeado de la belleza que Dios ha concedido.
Y tu eres mi
Eres mi hermosa brote
Hermoso brote, ven planta conmigo
Para que estemos
Creciendo en el jardín generosamente.
Mi amor por ti es como el brote más hermoso,
Tu cara me recuerda a las mariposas pensativas,
Juntos, somos como el vino y el aceite de oliva.
Oh cariño ,
Mi hermoso brote,
Mi brote reflexivo,
El compañero perfecto para mi alma del vino.
Las rosas son rojas, los cielos son azules,
Me gustan los amaneceres,
¡Pero no tanto como me encanta cantar contigo!
Oh cariño ,
Tus manos son como flores de gracia en un día de primavera.
Eres como la madre más devota para caminar.
Tu cara de mariposas pensativa,
Tu alma de aceite de oliva, tus manos de gracia.
Tu madre orante siendo ...
¿Cómo podría mirar a otro cuando nuestro hermoso brote de amor es tan fuerte?
Alfa eres mi brote más hermoso;
Un día, tal vez seas mi esposa más bella
Creciendo juntos en el jardín tú y yo seremos nosotros.
Rodeado de la belleza que Dios ha concedido.
Y tu eres mi
Eres mi hermosa brote
Hermoso brote, ven planta conmigo
Para que estemos
Oh cariño ,
Mi hermoso brote,
Mi brote reflexivo,
El compañero perfecto para mi alma del vino.
3/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©