Love Spanish Poems

“Mom, they called my name I won.”  
“Mijo, estoy tan orgullosa de ti, qué bendición.”  

Her voice lifts when I tell her. ...

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Bella,
me enamoré con ella,
reflejo de estrella
brillando en su mirada tan bella.
Como las nubes,
el día no se me lleva
cuando estoy con ella,
mi mente se queda.

Si llueve,...

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The Heights of Machu Picchu, Canto VIII
by Pablo Neruda
translation by Michael R. Burch

Ascend with me, my American love!

Let’s kiss these mysterious stones together!

The Urubamba’s torrential...

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Aunque 
el deber
te dicte hoy 
otro camino.
Y al estar solo 
busques el refugió 
de un nuevo nido.
Prometeme 
qué aún volverás,
tesoro mío.

Confirma tu regreso 
con ese...

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Craving something sweet
she sought me
Her need to be satisfied 

More and more
Of which I gave her
She held my hand
And asked for more

Oh when she comes
We...

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Craving something sweet
she sought me
Her need to be satisfied 

More and more
Of which I gave her
She held my hand
And asked for more

Oh when she comes
We...

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Craving something sweet
she sought me
Her need to be satisfied 

More and more
Of which I gave her
She held my hand
And asked for more

Oh when she comes
We...

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Craving something sweet
she sought me
Her need to be satisfied 

More and more
Of which I gave her
She held my hand
And asked for more

Oh when she comes
We...

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Then they sang to the Lovers
Lovers across the world
they sang to people who
were in love
those who wanted to be Love
and those who understood love
and being...

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In the realm where passion blooms,
Beneath the moon's enchanting gloom,
A melody of love unfolds,
Inspired by tales the heart beholds.

Oh, in the whispers of the Spanish...

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Lorca Translations II

Canción del jinete (“Song of the Rider”)
by Federico Garcia Lorca
translation by Michael R. Burch

Cordoba. Distant and lone.
Black pony, big moon,
olives in my saddlebag.
Although...

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Lorca Translations I

Gacela of the Dark Death
by Federico Garcia Lorca
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I want to sleep the dreamless sleep of apples
far from the...

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The Spanish queen and fooball

This forenoon in Cascais was very hot, sensibly I was not going out, switched on the TV and saw the second...

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I've been writing since I was 13 and I am 62 year's of young age,
we live, we learn, we grow, day after day life turns...

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