“La pluma es lengua del alma:
cuales fueren los conceptos que en ella se engendraren,
tales serán sus escritos.”

(Don Quijote a Sancho)

2.3.11

por favor




Deja que te bese
Solo una vez
Para probar lo que
Tanto deseé y soñé
Imaginé
Que sería dulce
Como la más de las frutas
Que nos derretiríamos
Y fundiríamos
Uno en el otro
Y al confundirnos
Entre tanta pasión
Olvidaríamos por qué vinimos
Y qué hacemos en este mundo
O más bien
Por fin
Lograríamos entenderlo…
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3 comments:

  1. I could not stop these thoughts, Dulce, which you eloquently expressed in this poem--love! Your words became inspiration to write my own and post it as comment. A loose interpretation:

    "Please", to the frog:
    "Allow me a kiss",
    Said the Princess.

    To prove what
    We desire, dream,
    This imagined bliss.

    As the sweetest
    Most luscious
    Of Eden's fruits
    Melted, melded
    One-on-one-in-one
    Became one.

    Passion and compassion,
    So confused--us.
    Why are we come to this place
    Again, being so close,
    Face-to-beautiful-face?

    And what is next:
    Why are we?
    What are we?
    Question...or answer?

    Rather, finally
    In the end
    We understand!

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  2. Dr.Elsaesser,

    If you were a teacher or a professorat college and you had to teach students how to understand dulce's poetry they'd become crazy!!! lol

    thanks my friend for your thoroughly deep comment.

    hugs
    and PEACE

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  3. Tus huellas me han traido a tu bello blog.

    El primer beso es decisivo para saber si hay feeling ...

    Un abrazo

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