I want to tell you with these lines

[bismuthcyanide]

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I want to tell you with these lines
that my heart is in love,
Your laughter is a river that flows serene,
an echo of light in my endless nights,
your eyes, stars in full sky,
draw in me an endless longing.
My chest feels on the edge of my skin,
each heartbeat, a burning whisper,
You are the breeze that caresses the sea,
the melody that nests in my being,
who knows how to sing to my shadows,
and gives back to the soul its light.

Comments

[rtraviezo]

It is not what you say but how you say it that makes poetry sprout. The spirit of the poet only transcends to the surface when the body becomes too small, squeezes and suffocates him. Then, poetry bursts, hatches, emanates as a living entity and becomes visible to men willing to look; those who seek in letters an ointment to heal. My respects

No es lo que dices sino el cómo lo que hace brotar la poesía. El espíritu del poeta sólo trasciende a la superficie cuando el cuerpo le queda pequeño, lo aprieta y asfixia. Entonces, la poesía estalla, eclosiona, emana como un ente vivo y se hace visible a los hombres dispuestos a mirar; esos que buscan en las letras un ungüento para sanar. Mis respetos

[bismuthcyanide]

Thank you for your comment, the way you write it is, poetry becomes bigger than the poet.

[rtraviezo]

You see, it's like they say: to Caesar what's Caesar's.