Francisco Redondo Benito
Moderador/enseñante del subforo de MÉTRICA y RIMA
Far away out of bounds of my sunrise,
lost in the past my earliest Aprils perfumes,
from May my shoes, from August my costumes,
I have found in your love my paradise.
Let us sip out this gay Springs the pleasure,
walk along this delightful bloomy meadow;
I shall admire, when you get out the shadow,
how in the light your hair is a treasure.
Look that prairie. If you like, this sunny day,
which lustful Pans the breathing sets on fire,
we can enjoy of our bodies the feasting.
Then, when Sun shows its last tragical ray
and Night pours ice and peace on desire
we shall return fairly tired to resting.
lost in the past my earliest Aprils perfumes,
from May my shoes, from August my costumes,
I have found in your love my paradise.
Let us sip out this gay Springs the pleasure,
walk along this delightful bloomy meadow;
I shall admire, when you get out the shadow,
how in the light your hair is a treasure.
Look that prairie. If you like, this sunny day,
which lustful Pans the breathing sets on fire,
we can enjoy of our bodies the feasting.
Then, when Sun shows its last tragical ray
and Night pours ice and peace on desire
we shall return fairly tired to resting.
