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Octubre 1992 (Free verse) by The Eskimo King "Descansa Corazón"
Duerme corazón se nubla el cielo
la tormenta hará más fuerte la lluvia
la razón cuidará tu sueño
para que no te haga daño la duda.
Reposa en el lecho de la ilusión
vestido con las sabanas de la esperanza
almohadas de gratos recuerdos
y por cobija tus ansias.
Sueña con el resplandeciente sol
la serenidad de ese mar en calma
la fresca brisa del atardecer
y la luna llena romántica.
Flota en la aparente oscuridad
de una noche sin estrellas
que tus latidos marquen el rumbo
hacia esas cosas sublimes
y por demás bellas.
Octubre 1992
Up the ladder:
in the hands
Down the ladder:
Pathological
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Posted: November 10, 2003 1:23 AM PST; Last modified: November 10, 2003 1:23 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.1788044 Overall Rank: 4892 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.116.54
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10-Nov-03/1:56 AM
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What do you get when you cross polar bears with a famous soft drink? Bipolar autistic brats with bad teeth and poor taste in advertising naturally.
I won't hazard a vote, but even without the benefit of knowing the language enough to get a proper impression, there are few thoughts I like (or at least what I think they are, I like).
the idea of doubt creating damage in this way feels like something I want to know more about. saying the full moon is romantic, is a bit 'done', though - regardless of the language, especially since this piece is rich in descriptors. Flat translation: Duer to me heart becomes cloudy the sky the storm will make more fort rain the reason will take care of your dream so that the doubt does not do damage to you. It rests in the bed of the illusion dressed in savannahs of the hope pillows of pleasing memories and by blanket your anxieties. It dreams about the shining sun the serenity of that sea in calm the fresh breeze of the dusk and the romantic Full Moon. Fleet in the apparent dark of one night without stars that your beats plot the course towards those sublime and beside the point beautiful things.
And by the way, your pies: ARE AWESOME!!
no habla. :/
Babelfish gives me: ""Heart Rests" Duer to me heart becomes cloudy the sky the storm will make more fort rain the reason will take care of your dream so that the doubt does not do damage to you. It rests in the bed of the illusion dressed in savannahs of the hope pillows of pleasing memories and by blanket your anxieties. It dreams about the shining sun the serenity of that sea in calm the fresh breeze of the dusk and the romantic Full Moon. Fleet in the apparent dark of one night without stars that your beats plot the course towards those sublime and beside the point beautiful things." To which I say... hmm. Some pretty words? I'm an ignorant American. 222 view(s)
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