KatherineGraw

“The Third Presence of Love”

My favourite poem. It's by Gabriel García Márquez

This love that has come suddenly and knows the reason for beauty. This love, loving dress, strapped to the heart exactly.
This love that is flour in tenderness, that is childhood dreams on the forehead, that is liquid music in the fountain and is nostalgic glow in the height.
This love that is the verse and is the rose. And it's knowing that the life in everything is repeating itself to us more and more. So eternal this love, so resistant, that compared to time it is impossible to know where it ends with death..

 

I will love you Michel Sardou
My top French romantic song.
 
To make the whole Marquis de Sade pale, to make the whores of the harbor blush, to make people scream thanks to all the echoes, to make the walls of Jericho tremble, I will love you.
To make hell burn in your eyes, to make all thunder of God swear, to raise your breasts and all saints, to make our hands pray and plead, I will love you.

I'm gonna love you like we never did. I'm gonna love you farther than your dreams could have imagined. I'm going to love you. I will love you.

I'm gonna love you like no one dares to love you. I'm gonna love you like I would have loved to be loved. I'm going to love you. I will love you.

To grow old, to turn white at night, to make the light burn until dawn, to passion and madness, I will love you, I will love you with love.

To be surrounded to make our eyes close, to make our bodies suffer and die, to make our souls fly to the seventh heaven, to think they're dead and still make love, I'll love you..

I'm gonna love you like we never did. I'm gonna love you farther than your dreams could have imagined. I'm going to love you. I will love you.

I'm gonna love you like no one dares to love you. I'm gonna love you like I would have loved to be loved. I'm going to love you. I will love you.

 

I'll also leave you a cation of my homeland, Colombia. It's a song that marks our folklore.

The Sanjuanero

Folklore

In my land all is glory when the song of the joro is sung and if it is to be danced the world seems small

Let's keep singing, let's keep dancing Let's keep singing, my gosh!

I'm going crazy, pour me a five-a-side, pour me another fifty-a-side, and serve and serve until I lose count, and let's dance to the tune of this jerk, life is to be enjoyed.

No guava can resist this hot jerk that's why he's jealous my comrade the guardian

Happy come and go without thinking of money carrying a pipe and guitar Pa' singing the sanjuanero

Happy come and go without thinking of money carrying a pipe and guitar Pa' singing the sanjuanero

 

 

 

I hope you hear her. So you know more where I come from.