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que es la vida :It will be that life is just about growing and reproducing it will be that we just have to dedicate ourselves to doing what we're told
‘It's never too late if happiness is good'
This popular saying encourages (and reminds) that any moment is good to do what you want if the end result leads to happiness or allows you to achieve a dream. So he encourages us never to give up.
‘Better the hand than the force'
It is more important to be intelligent or to have certain skills and abilities than to rely solely on physical strength, which does not always solve problems.
‘They call it luck when they know'
People often attribute success or achievements to luck, when in fact they are the result of their own knowledge, skills, or effort
They find in love the cause of all their goods, by Francisco de Quevedo:
After I met you, all things are left to me: the sun to have day, April to have roses. For my sake may another trade the auroras take, that I know a light that knows to dawn shadows. Who knows its stars, which for my astrology are already dark and few. Spend the East its mines With the miser who breaks them, Let me enrich the view With more gold at less cost.
Eternal love, by Gustave Adolphe Bécquer:
The sun may be forever clouded, the sea may dry up in an instant, the axis of the earth may break like a fragile glass. It's all going to happen! Death may cover me with its mourning crest, but never in me can the flame of your love be quenched..
The first rhyme, by Gustave Adolphe Bécquer:
I know a giant and strange hymn that announces in the night of the soul an dawn, and these pages are of that hymn cadenzas that the air dilates in the shadows. I would like to write to you, of the man taming the rebellious, petty language, with words that were at once sighs and laughter, colors and notes. But in vain is it to fight, for no figure can shut him up; and hardly, oh, beautiful! If, holding your hand, I could sing it to you in my ear alone.
Eternal love, by Gustave Adolphe Bécquer:
The sun may be forever clouded, the sea may dry up in an instant, the axis of the earth may break like a fragile glass. It's all going to happen! Death may cover me with its mourning crest, but never in me can the flame of your love be quenched..
You have me and I am yours, by Angela Figuera Aymerich:
You've got me and I'm yours. As close to each other as the flesh on the bones. So close to each other and often so far away... You sometimes tell me that you find me closed, as if made of hard stone, as if wrapped in secrets, impassive, remote... And you would like the key to the mystery... If no one does... There is no key. Not me, I don't have it myself!
Song of too much love, by Vinicius de Morais:
I want to cry because I loved you too much, I want to die because you gave me life, oh, my love, will I never have peace? I wonder if all I have is nostalgia. And I don't know what's gonna happen to me anymore, everything tells me that loving will be my end. What despair brings love, I who did not know what love was, now I know because I am not happy.
I don't want to die without hearing from your mouth, by Elsa Lopez:
I don't want to die without hearing from your mouth. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul knowing you're different, lost on other beaches. I don't want to die in this grief for the infinite arch of that sad dome where your dreams dwell in the midday sun. I don't want to die without giving you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the trembling that invades me. I don't want to die without you loving me.
Burns in your eyes, by Antonio Machado:
A mystery burns in your eyes, elusive virgin and companion. I don't know if it's hate or love the undying light of your black ally. You will go with me as long as I cast shadow on my body and remain in my sandal. - Are you thirsty or water in my path? - Tell me, elusive virgin and companion.
Letter to an unknown - Nicanor Parra:
When the years pass, when the years pass and the air has dug a hole between your soul and mine; when the years pass and I am only a man who loved, a being who stopped for an instant before your lips, a poor man tired of walking through the gardens, where will you be? Where will you be, O daughter of my kisses!
The most loving - W. H. Auden:
If all the stars disappeared or died, I should learn to look at an empty sky and feel its sublime total darkness, even if it takes me a little time..
- Claribel love and joy:
Everyone I love is in you and you in everything I love.
William Shakespeare - Soneto 29:
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising, sometimes I think of thee, and then in my state, like the morning lark that rises from the dim earth, sings hymns to the gates of heaven; For thy sweet love remembered such riches brings that then I despise to change my state with kings.
Lorca - Es Verdad:
¡Oh, what a struggle it is to love you as I love you! For your love, my air hurts, my heart and my hat. Who would buy me this candle I have and this sadness of white thread, to make scarves? Two. Pablo Neruda - Poem 20 I can write the saddest lines tonight, write, for example: The night is starry, and they shiver, blue, the stars, in the distance.
Madrigal, by Beloved Nervo:
For your green eyes I would lose myself, siren of those whom Ulysses, clever, loved and feared. For your green eyes I would be lost. For your green eyes, which, fleeting, sometimes glow with melancholy, for your green eyes, as full of peace, as mysterious as my hope, for your green eyes, effective spell, I would save myself..
If you love me, love me whole, by Sweet Maria Loynaz:
If you love me, love me whole, not in areas of light or shadow... if you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green, and blonde, and brown... love me day, love me night... and dawn in the open window! ... if you love me, don't cut me off: love me all... or don't love me.
Burns in your eyes, by Antonio Machado:
A mystery burns in your eyes, elusive virgin and companion. I don't know if it's hate or love the undying light of your black ally. You will go with me as long as I cast shadow on my body and remain in my sandal. - Are you thirsty or water in my path? - Tell me, elusive virgin and companion.
Mario Benedetti:. Versos de amor y paz:..
Thy peace and thy love comfort me, they are the mantles of humanity, they keep me relieved, in the face of so much adversity. May your love and peace endure, your eyes light us, blessed be your hands, that in the midst of chaos reflect life.
Poemas de Amor: I'm going to tell you something.:.
Poems of forbidden love, of hiding and running, today I find you so beautiful, remembering those days. Days when we love each other, and hidden from people, together a love we seal, unconscious adventures. I still love you madly, the forbidden calls me, I miss you bitterly, I desire you with my soul.
“I slept and dreamed that..., by Rabindranath Tagore:.
I slept and dreamed that life was joy. I woke up and realized that life was service. I served and found that in service lies joy. What a brief and poetic way of emphasizing the importance of service!
La vida es un regalo:.
Life is a gift, a treasure to be treasured. It is a path full of joy, which we must follow with fervor. Happiness is a choice, one we can make every day. It's a smile on our faces, shining like the sun in May. Let's not let fear or sadness rob us of the joy of living.. Let us embrace each moment with gratitude, and enjoy each day that God gives us. May our hearts always be filled with love and pure joy. Let life be a song of praise to the marvelous creation of our Lord..
La vida es un misterio :.
Life is a mystery that is always evolving a path full of ups and downs that is sometimes hard to follow It's a mixture of joys and sorrows of bright and dark moments of difficult decisions and uncertain paths. But despite all its unknowns life is a precious gift that must be appreciated and valued every day, every moment. So live life to the fullest follow your dreams and your passions and don't be afraid to take risks because in the end, life is an adventure worth living..
La vida y el tiempo:.
Life is a journey, moving on without ceasing, and time is the guide, which leads us where we go. Sometimes the road is hard, and time seems to fly, but if we move forward together, we can go far. So don't waste time, live every moment with passion, because life is short, and time always passes..
Who says being rich is everything if when we have everything we are nothing
To make us happy we don't need to be loved by anyone. We just need to have a love of life.
Life is only one so we must live it as if it were the last day of our lives
I like to draw attention wherever I go.
I love those gentlemen who always put you first.
I'm very sure of myself.
I'm very sensitive and I love being allowed to.
The first rhyme, by Gustave Adolphe Bécquer.)
I know a giant and strange hymn that announces in the night of the soul an dawn, and these pages are of that hymn cadenzas that the air dilates in the shadows. I would like to write to you, of the man taming the rebellious, petty language, with words that were at once sighs and laughter, colors and notes. But in vain is it to fight, for no figure can shut him up; and hardly, oh, beautiful! If, holding your hand, I could sing it to you in my ear alone.
Eternal love, by Gustave Adolphe Bécquer.)
The sun may be forever clouded, the sea may dry up in an instant, the axis of the earth may break like a fragile glass. It's all going to happen! Death may cover me with its mourning crest, but never in me can the flame of your love be quenched..
I don't want to die without hearing from your mouth, by Elsa Lopez.)
I don't want to die without hearing from your mouth. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul knowing you're different, lost on other beaches. I don't want to die in this grief for the infinite arch of that sad dome where your dreams dwell in the midday sun. I don't want to die without giving you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the trembling that invades me. I don't want to die without you loving me.
¿My land? My land is you. My people? My people are you. Exile and death for me are where you are not. What about my life? Tell me, my life, what is it, if not you?
If you love me, love me whole, by Sweet Maria Loynaz:
If you love me, love me whole, not in areas of light or shadow... if you love me, love me black and white, and gray, green, and blonde, and brown... love me day, love me night... and dawn in the open window! ... if you love me, don't cut me off: love me all... or don't love me.
Let us sing the praises of the Lord! (Ruben Dario) I'm not sure what you mean.)
Pink and white roses, green branches, fresh corollas and fresh branches, Joy! Nests in the warm trees, eggs in the warm nests, sweetness, joy! The kiss of that blonde girl, and that brunette, and that black one, Joy! And the belly of that fifteen-year-old, and her harmonious arms, Joy! And the breath of the virgin jungle, and that of the virgin females, and the sweet rhymes of the dawn, Joy, Joy, Joy!
The remorse (Jorge Luis Borges))
I have committed the worst sin a man can commit.. I haven't been happy. Let the glaciers of oblivion drag me and lose me, mercilessly. My parents begat me for the risky and beautiful game of life, for earth, water, air, fire. I let them down.. I wasn't happy.. Fulfilled was not his young will. My mind was applied to the symmetrical porphyria of art, which weaves together narriaries. I inherited courage. I wasn't brave.. He won't leave me. Always by my side The shadow of being a miserable man.
There's nothing better than friendship
Being in love, my friends, is finding the right name for life. It's giving up with the words that face death takes. It is to recover the hidden key that opens the prison where the soul is held captive. It's rising from the ground with a force that claims from above. It's breathing the broad wind that breathes above the flesh. It's contemplating,
In this poem, Francisco Luis Bernárdez (Argentina, 1900 - 1978) refers to the feelings that love generates. The speaker expresses how wonderful life feels when you are in love, for you feel an energy and a force that you did not know before.
Song of absence José Ángel Buesa I hope for your smile and I hope for your fragrance above all, time and distance. I don't know where you're coming from, where you're going, or when you'll be back. I just know I'll be waiting for you.. High in the woods and deep in the lake, in the happy minute and the sad minute, in the pagan function and in the sacred rite, in the clean silence and in the rough cry. Where the voice of the waterfall is loudest, where everything is and where nothing is, in the wing feather and in the setting sun, I will wait for the rhythmic sound of your step. I understand that people are already laughing at me when they see how desperately I wait for you. When all the stars in the sky go out, when all the birds paralyze the flight tired of waiting for you, that day far away I will still be waiting for you. No importa: Even if everyone says I'm going crazy, I'll wait for you in the musical waves of the river, in the cloud that comes white from its path, in the narrow path and in the straight path. Child, young or old, smiling or crying, in the dawn or in the evening, I will be waiting for you, and if I convinced myself that that long-awaited day would not come, I would also wait for you.
Gratitud Autor: Oliverio Girondo Thank you for the blue scent, the fireplace, the frost. Thank you, Mandarin horse hair.. Thank you turquoise modesty spell candle, flame stillness chance delirium. Thanks to the clusters in the afternoon, to thirst to fervor to wrinkles, to silence to breasts at night, to dance to light to thickness. Many thanks to the smoke to the germs, to the waking horn to beauty, to the sponge to doubt to seed to blood to the bulls to the nap. Thank you for the drunkenness, for the vacation, for the air the skin the alleys, for the absurdity of today and tomorrow, desolation greed calm joy, nostalgia desolation ashes cry. Thanks to what is born, to what dies, to the nails the wings the ants, the reflections the wind breaking it, the forgetting the grains the madness. Thank you very much, worm.. Thank you, egg.. Thank you mud, sound. Thank you, stone.. Thank you so much for everything.. Thank you very much. Oliverio Girondo, thank you. ¿How is it possible for a long poem of thanksgiving to convey so much, without covering a great many topics or filling the writing with terms to make an impact with what is said? Well, that's what the Argentine writer, Oliverio Girondo, did.. Despite the simplicity or scarcity of ideas that connect the concepts expressed, Girondo should also be included in your list of authors of long poems with an important message.
Maestros Autra: Evelia Calva Ramirez Thank you teachers, for making my stay in school not only a place for exams or homework but a home that shelters me and my success yearns for Teaching to weigh the tides. You know how to fill the days, with love as well as demands with your dedication and dedication, you guide my concerns patient you understand every madness and give peace to my cravings you are an accomplice in my games, mischief and vicissitudes. To you, who devoted your life to mine, to you, who gave me your hand, to climb a ladder, to you, who distributed your time to be my guide, to you, who strove all your life and not just one year. Thank you teachers, for showing me at every moment your vocation, for sowing in your pupils, firm ideals, never on occasion, for teaching me that a profession is studied by conviction. No matter what your age, your background, or your level of education, it is impossible to deny that teachers are a pillar in a person's formation.. So, when it comes time to say thank you... why not do it with one of the best long poems? Cheer up!
Agradecer la vida Autor: Carlos Balaguer The secret of happiness is not to get what we want, but to love what we have.. Not in what we ask of life, but in what it gives us. It is the hidden joy of thanking the world for all the simple and wonderful things it has given us.. Recognizing the big and the small, the fleeting and the enduring. Not the most, but the essentials. Not so much, but the wonderful. You will feel poor not because of how little you have, but because of how much you expect and demand from life. The more we ambition, the poorer we will be, for not everything was made for one.. True wealth lies in recognizing and valuing the little and sweet that existence gives us.. Be thankful, therefore, for every moment of your life. You can own everything with the wisdom of the heart. The wealth of man is in what he loves. The greatest treasure is the one in our hearts. The fortune of your depths no one can steal or buy. Be grateful for the joy of seeing a sunrise, for one day you won't see it. Thank the father for the love you found, for tomorrow you won't have it. The song of the birds, the green of the mountains, the laughter of a child, the light of the eyes of the beloved. Because it'll be all you've got left at the end of days. Know the joy of thanking fate for what it has given you. It is evident that this long life poem, written by Carlos Balaguer, not only shares many similarities with the poem by Violeta Parra, but could also be included in the long poems to reflect on. In simple words, the writer, originally from El Salvador, makes us think of all those details of everyday life for which we should be grateful, beyond the individual beliefs that each of the readers has
La renuncia Autor: Andrés Eloy Blanco I have given up on you. It was not possible. They were vapours of fantasy; they are fictions that sometimes give the inaccessible a proximity of distance.. I just stood there watching the river get pregnant with the star... I put my crazy hands down to her and I knew the star was up... I have renounced thee, quietly, as the criminal renounces God; I have renounced thee as the beggar who does not let himself see of an old friend; Like the one who sees great ships set sail for impossible and longed-for continents; like the dog who shuts down his loving breezes when there is a big dog showing him his teeth; Like the sailor who renounces the harbor and the wandering ship who renounces the lighthouse and like the blind man by the open book and the poor child by the expensive toy. I have renounced you, as the madman renounces the word that his mouth pronounces; Like those autumnal crooks, with static eyes and empty hands, who tarnish their renunciation, blowing the crystals in the windows of the confectioneries.. I gave up on you, and every moment we gave up a little of what we wanted before and in the end, How many times does the waning longing ask for a piece of what we once were! I'm going to my own level.. I'm all right now.. When I give up everything, I'll be my own master; unraveling lace I'll go back to the thread. There is no doubt that to understand what a long poem is talking about, a very good idea is to acquire new knowledge in our online course introduction to narrative writing, but, understanding what happens in La Andrés Eloy Blanco's resignation is very simple.. As the title says, the Venezuelan author has written an extended poem about a character's renunciation of everything in life, but, mainly related to a love break.. So, under that concept, you probably already know who to dedicate it to.. Love at first sight
Autor: Damaso Alonso, where is that woman going, crawling along the sidewalk, now that it's almost night, with the acuza in her hand? Get close, he can't see us. I don't know what's greyer if the cold steel of his eyes, if the faded gray of that shawl with which he wraps his neck and head or if the desolate landscape of his soul. He walks slowly, dragging his feet, wearing out his sole, wearing out his slate, but driven by a dark terror, by a will to dodge something horrible..
Beautiful love words After many hours of not seeing each other, don't let your reunion become routine: surprise yourself with a bouquet of flowers
natural, fall in love with a dinner for two and listen sincerely, always from the heart. You make every moment unique. A day with you is a perfect day. The answer is love no matter what the question is. The furthest away from you. I'd lose myself in your eyes all the time. My best days start two inches from you. "My cravings for you don't go away, they accumulate". "I feel like there's something infinite between you and me".
‘If the emerald were to fade, if gold lost its color, then our love would be over.. If the sun did not warm, if the moon did not exist, then it would not make sense to live on this earth any more than it would make sense to live without my life, the woman of my dreams, the one who gives me joy... If the world didn't spin or time didn't exist, then, it would never die. You'd never die either... But time is not necessary our love is eternal we don't need sun or moon or stars to keep loving each other.. If life were different and death came then, I would love you today, tomorrow.. ♪ for ever ♪.. Still.
‘Under thy bright shadow' by: Octavio Paz A body, a body alone, a body alone a body like day poured out and night devoured; the light of a few hairs that never appease the shadow of my touch; a throat, a belly that dawns like the sea that lights up when it touches the forehead of the dawn; some ankles, summer bridges; night thighs sinking into the green music of the evening; a chest that rises and washes away the foam; a neck, just a neck, just a few hands, slow words that descend like sand falling on another sand…. This which escapes me, water and dark delight, sea born or dying; these lips and teeth, these hungry eyes, strip me of me and its furious grace lifts me up to the still heavens where the moment vibrates; the summit of kisses, the fullness of the world and its forms.
‘Heart Breastplate' by: Mario Benedetti Because I have you and not because I think of you because the night is open eyes because the night passes and I say love because you have come to collect your image and you are better than all your images because you are beautiful from the foot to the soul because you are good from the soul to me because you hide sweet in pride small and sweet heart breastplate because you are mine because you are not You are mine because I look at you and I die and worse than I die if I do not look at you love if I do not look at you because you always exist wherever but you exist better where I love you because your mouth is blood and you are cold I have to love you love you I have to love you although this wound hurts like two even if I look for you and do not find you and although the night passes and I have you and not.
I like you when you're quiet because you're kind of absent, and you hear me from a distance, and my voice doesn't touch you. It's like your eyes have flown out and it's like a kiss closed your mouth.. As all things are full of my soul You emerge from things, full of my soul. Sleeping butterfly, you resemble my soul, and you resemble the word melancholy. I like you when you're quiet and you're like distant.. And you're like a whining butterfly in a curl. And you hear me from afar, and my voice does not reach you: let me be silent with your silence. Let me speak to you too with your silence clear as a lamp, simple as a ring. You're like the night, quiet and starry. Your silence is starry, so far away and simple. I like you when you're quiet because you're kind of absent.. Distant and painful as if you were dead. A word then, a smile is enough. And I'm glad, glad that's not true.
I'm tearing you apart with the delicate scar, I'm putting in your hair lightning ashes and ribbons that slept in the rain. I don't want you to have a shape, to be exactly what comes behind your hand, because water, consider water, and lions when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable, and gestures, that architecture of nothing, lighting their lamps in the middle of the encounter. Every morning is the blackboard where I invent you and draw you, soon to erase you, that's not you, nor even with that lace hair, that smile. I'm looking for your sum, the edge of the glass where the wine is also the moon and the mirror, I'm looking for that line that makes a man tremble in a museum gallery. Besides, I love you, and it's cold and wet.
Hello honey, I'll tell you where I'm from. I am Colombian, as you already know, I come from the city of Buenaventura, it is a Pacific coast. I was born and raised for most of my life. I love seafood. Our music in my city is currulados and typical dishes. food in Hay is crab and bull
I really like it when people talk frankly..
J, what's up?
I'm a girl who likes to experiment and learn new things..
I like generous and caring men..
What's the poetry? You said you'd stick your blue pupil in my pupil. What's the poetry? And you ask me? the poetry. It's you". Who makes my heart beat for you a thousand times a second every time I see you
I like to have a sexy look.
Bella, today I feel beautiful, divine, ready to go out on the street
♪ I love you ♪ ♪ You are the naughty cat ♪
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