It amazes
the death of the author
so generous with his poetry, is that
for my poetry but
often me out of this world
so hurt ... I
learn that death is part
of life ...
so later poets
I say and I repeat
are
we draw from this madness
or introduce us ...?¡
! health!
! Forward!
make a deal
When you feel your wound bleed when you feel your voice
count me sob.
(from a song by Carlos Puebla)
Companion,
you know you can count on me
not until two or ten
but count on me. If sometimes
warns that look in your eyes, and a streak
recognizes love in mine,
not alert their guns or think that I rave;
despite the grain,
or perhaps because there ,
you can count on me. If
sometimes find me aloof
no reason,
not think it is laziness
can still count on me.
But let's make a deal:
I would like to have you, so cute
know that you exist, one feels alive
;
and when I say this I mean
even count to two,
even five.
And not to go
hurried to my aid, but to know
for sure that you know you can count on me
.
Tactics and Strategy
My tactic is to look at you as you are
learn to love as you are.
My tactic is to talk and listen
build with words an indestructible bridge .
My tactic is to stay in your memory
I do not know how or what pretext
but stay in you. My tactic is
be frank
and know that you are free
and we do not sell drills
for the two
no curtain or depths. My strategy is
instead
deeper and more simple. My strategy is
that one day I do not know how or what pretext
finally need me.
one of my favorite
I love
Your hands are my caress, my consistent daily
;
love you because your hands work for justice
.
If you want it is because you
my love, my accomplice, and everything. And
on the street side by side
we are more than two.
Your eyes are my spell
against bad day;
your eyes I love you for watching and seeding
future.
Your mouth is yours and mine,
Your mouth is not wrong;
love you because your mouth knows
shouting defiance.
If I love you is because you are my love, my accomplice
and everything. And in the street
closely
we are more than two.
And your face sincere. And your step
bum.
And your tears for the world.
Because people love you sos.
And because love is not dawn candida
or moral, and because we are family
who knows she is not alone.
I want you in my paradise
is, in my country people live happy
even without permission.
If you want is that you're
my love, my accomplice and everything. And in the street
closely
we are more than two.
MARIO BENEDETTI
the death of the author
so generous with his poetry, is that
for my poetry but
often me out of this world
so hurt ... I
learn that death is part
of life ...
so later poets
I say and I repeat
are
we draw from this madness
or introduce us ...?¡
! health!
! Forward!
make a deal
When you feel your wound bleed when you feel your voice
count me sob.
(from a song by Carlos Puebla)
Companion,
you know you can count on me
not until two or ten
but count on me. If sometimes
warns that look in your eyes, and a streak
recognizes love in mine,
not alert their guns or think that I rave;
despite the grain,
or perhaps because there ,
you can count on me. If
sometimes find me aloof
no reason,
not think it is laziness
can still count on me.
But let's make a deal:
I would like to have you, so cute
know that you exist, one feels alive
;
and when I say this I mean
even count to two,
even five.
And not to go
hurried to my aid, but to know
for sure that you know you can count on me
.
Tactics and Strategy
My tactic is to look at you as you are
learn to love as you are.
My tactic is to talk and listen
build with words an indestructible bridge .
My tactic is to stay in your memory
I do not know how or what pretext
but stay in you. My tactic is
be frank
and know that you are free
and we do not sell drills
for the two
no curtain or depths. My strategy is
instead
deeper and more simple. My strategy is
that one day I do not know how or what pretext
finally need me.
one of my favorite
I love
Your hands are my caress, my consistent daily
;
love you because your hands work for justice
.
If you want it is because you
my love, my accomplice, and everything. And
on the street side by side
we are more than two.
Your eyes are my spell
against bad day;
your eyes I love you for watching and seeding
future.
Your mouth is yours and mine,
Your mouth is not wrong;
love you because your mouth knows
shouting defiance.
If I love you is because you are my love, my accomplice
and everything. And in the street
closely
we are more than two.
And your face sincere. And your step
bum.
And your tears for the world.
Because people love you sos.
And because love is not dawn candida
or moral, and because we are family
who knows she is not alone.
I want you in my paradise
is, in my country people live happy
even without permission.
If you want is that you're
my love, my accomplice and everything. And in the street
closely
we are more than two.
MARIO BENEDETTI
