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Friday, April 3, 2009

Small tribute to the great

Galatea

Outside fire, rope, ice and

arrow of love, that burns, pressed, cooled and wound;

my soul that such calls do not wants

or knot is so satisfied.

Eat, gird, frost, matte, close

will have other terms like;

that dart, or snow, or network not wait

have mine in their heat undone.

Its cool my chaste fire attempt

the knot break by force or art,

snow undo my burning zeal,

blunt arrow

my thoughts

and so, I fear no part in secure

of love fire, the noose, the dart, ice.

Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

What's in the brain and what type of ink

you do not have expressed my true soul? Or what else

remains to say, what more is there to see

declare my love to your dear merit?

Nothing, sweet boy, but sentences like

every day I always say the same thing

because it is new with the old, you're mine, I yours,

as when blessed long as your name.

Our love is eternal as young love,

not afraid or dust or the offense of the time,

not allow that there is not a wrinkle fatal:

service will be at your old age as a page.

see love as it was, originally, where

appearance and time they want him off.

William Shakespeare