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Adagio





















No space,
No time,
From the light screen
Your eyes staring at mine.
Your unspoken words my being reach,
Promising musical notes
My whole soul bewitched.
From beyond the Oceans
The pleasant Adagio sounds
Sweet, blue, amorous…
Nothing more ephimerous
Could enfold me so tight,
During day and night.


Madrid, 1, March, 2008
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Coral Herrera Gómez said…
Me ha encantado escuchar tu voz recitando este poema maravilloso... muchas felicidades por tu andadura bloggera, Berta!!!!!
April 21, 2008 at 11:54 PM
Anonymous said…
qué gusto oír tu voz, berta

un beso
October 30, 2008 at 1:06 AM
Berta-Isabel Cuadrado Alvarez said…
Gracias Santi:

Creé este poema en inglés y no lo he traducido porque también creé "Are you the Man I Love?" en inglés y al traducirlo al español me parece que ha perdido musicalidad y belleza.

Si también lo has escuchado me gustaría oir tu opinión al respecto.

Espero que te estés cuidando.

Besos.

Berta
October 30, 2008 at 11:44 AM
Anonymous said…
"Si también lo has escuchado me gustaría oir tu opinión al respecto"

¿oír?

cuando quieras, prefiero "oír" que "leer"

un beso
January 19, 2009 at 1:47 AM
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