clashing head on over and strain
mechanically moving the way of water, it comes
the cow alone. It is blind.
In a coup launched rock mass trace
the boy poured him a look, and the other
he has a phone: the cow is blind.
comes to be watered but rather used as the source, not
month the firm made at other times or with
ses colleagues, not coming alone.
Their companions, the cliffs, the comma
the silence of the meadows and the banks, they
the tinkling cowbell, while the fresh grass grazing
at random ... She would fall. Topa
of the sharp nose and receding faced
sink ... But again,
and low to the water, and drink calmosa.
drink little, without much in September After raising
the sky, huge embanyada the head with a grand gesture
tragic;
blinks on the dead girls and go back
orphan light under the sun that burns,
wavering paths unforgettable brandishing
languishing long tail.
ferociously loved us from morning to night.
I recall everything as you hang your clothes.
have passed years, many years many things have happened.
Suddenly I still take that wind or love
ground and rolled between embraces and kisses.
not understand love as a kind custom, custom
a peaceful and finery
(pardon us, and the chaste López-Picó).
It awakens suddenly, like an old hurricane
and throws us into the ground, joins us together, pushes us.
I wished at times a love
educated and off the record player, carelessly kissing now,
Now a shoulder after an ear lobe.
Our love is a love rough and wild and have
bitter longing for the land of rolling
between kisses and gripping.
What do you want it clear Elementary, I know.
Petrarch and ignore the ignorant lot.
The stanzas of Riba and Rimas Becquer of .
then lying on the ground in any way,
understand that we are barbarians, and that this should not be
we are not in age, and this and that.
There was a two lovers like us,
car lovers like ourselves are given birth to very few.
Sighs are air and go on the air!
Tears are water and go to sea! Dime
woman when love is forgotten
do you know where it goes? 
Catalonia triumphant
again be rich and full back, these people
So conceited and so arrogant
good blow with the sickle,
good blow with the sickle, Defenders of
earth
good blow with the sickle.
Now is the time, reapers,
Now is the time to be alert,
For when another June comes
Let us sharpen our tools well
those that the restrained flight
your beauty and my joy to behold;
those who learned our names,
those ... never again!
will return the thick honeysuckle in your garden walls to climb,
and again in the afternoon, even more beautiful,
its flowers open.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Write, for example: "The night is starry
and shiver, blue stars in the distance."
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this I held my arms.
kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not love
sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche esta estrellada y ella no está conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, then, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, true, but how I loved.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
the other. Will be someone else. As before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but maybe I love.
Love is so short and forgetting is so long.
Because on nights like this I held my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this sea
| you see the girl wins the outbreak, beautiful heiress, and brown face. Every couple is in love with his step- who do not know when the voice falls. Because now I've come to love: say your name |
| you see the girl wins the outbreak, beautiful heiress, and brown face. Every couple is in love with his step- who do not know when the voice falls. Because now I've come to love: say your name |
If you speak your eyes
If I speak of your lips echo
profundíssimes caves and rhythms of laziness.
Your lips so close as night.
If I speak of your hair echo
unknown beaches and quiet church.
Your hair, like the foam of the wind.
If I say I echo your hands
melicotons suavíssims and smell of old clothes.
Your hands, such as a slight sigh.
If I speak of your body,
of your body that I loved,
I just echoes my voice,
then I close my eyes stranding
and I say, for me alone, the secret paths
I seguit lentament through teu cos
so warmly the llum com,
as dens com silence.
