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La Torre de BabelDiscutiendo poema Full Moon And My Soul. en el foro La Torre de Babel; In the secret bliss of the night,
When the moon is singing… so high,
I can hear the voice… across the sky,
I can feel the pulse of the light.
When the shadows born on the wall,
and the wolf ...
In the secret bliss of the night,
When the moon is singing… so high,
I can hear the voice… across the sky,
I can feel the pulse of the light.
When the shadows born on the wall,
and the wolf is crying… alone in the dark,
I can dream again –with open eyes.
I can fly alone… in the glow of the sight.
I can leave the form, the grief and the pain.
I can leave the storm, the sorrow, the blame.
Now, another world !–is open the gates...
and my soul is floating …away,
and my soul is breaking the chains.
when the beautiful Moon arrives,
dancing in the gloom and the dark,
I can hear the song –the blaze of light,
-Shining from the deep of my heart.
I can leave the form
-the mortal veil,
facing show –this is the end of the way,
a secret glow –is writing in verse…
and my soul is flying again…
and my soul is breaking…breaking the chains.
...
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__________________ "No se ve bien sino con el corazón.
- Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos".
Antoine de Saint-exupéry.
Úlima edición por DRYELL fecha: 13-may-2008 a las 02:18 .
In the secret bliss of the night,
When the moon is singing… so high,
I can hear the voice… across the sky,
I can feel the pulse of the light.
When the shadows born on the wall,
and the wolf is crying… alone in the dark,
I can dream again –with open eyes.
I can fly alone… in the glow of the sight.
I can leave the form, the grief and the pain.
I can leave the storm, the sorrow, the blame.
Now, another world !–is open the gates...
and my soul is floating …away,
and my soul is breaking the chains.
when the beautiful Moon arrives,
dancing in the gloom and the dark,
I can hear the song –the blaze of light,
-Shining from the deep of my heart.
I can leave the form
-the mortal veil,
facing show –this is the end of the way,
a secret glow –is writing in verse…
and my soul is flying again…
and my soul is breaking…breaking the chains.
...
genial es poco lo que entendi pero sinedo de tu parte me gusta besos amigo
In the secret bliss of the night,
When the moon is singing… so high,
I can hear the voice… across the sky,
I can feel the pulse of the light.
When the shadows born on the wall,
and the wolf is crying… alone in the dark,
I can dream again –with open eyes.
I can fly alone… in the glow of the sight.
I can leave the form, the grief and the pain.
I can leave the storm, the sorrow, the blame.
Now, another world !–is open the gates...
and my soul is floating …away,
and my soul is breaking the chains.
when the beautiful Moon arrives,
dancing in the gloom and the dark,
I can hear the song –the blaze of light,
-Shining from the deep of my heart.
I can leave the form
-the mortal veil,
facing show –this is the end of the way,
a secret glow –is writing in verse…
and my soul is flying again…
and my soul is breaking…breaking the chains.
...
Beautiful poem, flood of melancholy expressed during a brilliant night.Thank you for sharing it.
Congratulations and kisses.
__________________
"...Hay siempre algo de locura en el amor;
pero siempre hay algo de razón en la locura..."
Federico Nietzsche
Aún cuando el amor era una mitología
me ofusqué en su mirada lujuriosa,
¡y yo! que sólo he sido un eufemismo...
In the secret bliss of the night,
When the moon is singing… so high,
I can hear the voice… across the sky,
I can feel the pulse of the light.
When the shadows born on the wall,
and the wolf is crying… alone in the dark,
I can dream again –with open eyes.
I can fly alone… in the glow of the sight.
I can leave the form, the grief and the pain.
I can leave the storm, the sorrow, the blame.
Now, another world !–is open the gates...
and my soul is floating …away,
and my soul is breaking the chains.
when the beautiful Moon arrives,
dancing in the gloom and the dark,
I can hear the song –the blaze of light,
-Shining from the deep of my heart.
I can leave the form
-the mortal veil,
facing show –this is the end of the way,
a secret glow –is writing in verse…
and my soul is flying again…
and my soul is breaking…breaking the chains.
...
Great poem friend!!!!!! Is my pleasure read you, i hope read more from you, a hug and stars
Gerar
__________________ Un beso es el instante en el que mi alma acaricia la tuya
Una mirada, es regalarme un verso en partida tuya,
para no doblegar mi alma y asi mis susurros te
acaricien en silencio...
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